“No,” she said to herself. “87% is hypoxic.” Not enough oxygen in the body.
“All of a sudden I started seeing the patients I take care of and the patients on the news. They go in and get intubated.
“Oh my God, this is it. I may not make it. I may be on a ventilator. I may not be able to see my son for weeks.”
She walked into the living room and told Gentry she had to go to the hospital — 87% was dangerous.
She knelt to the ground.
“You know I love you,” she told him. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. And you’re the best part of my story. So, I just need you to be real brave right now and know in your heart that everything is going to be OK.”