“Rivka call Hatzolah!” Mendy cried out as he helped the two agents lower his cousin onto the nearest sofa. “Gedalya! Gedalya! What happened?”
There was no response from the children’s father. His face was deathly pale and his breathing was rapid and shallow.
A knock on the front door brought two Hatzolah volunteers rushing into the house. Mendy recognized them both from shul. The tall blond was Chaim and the older man was Eliyahu.
“Please give us room to work” Chaim requested dropping to one knee to check Gedalya’s pulse and blood pressure while Eliyahu connected the patient to an IV line and started fluids.
