Mel's POV
I searched my mind trying to find means of getting help. The pain was so unbearable that I couldn't think straight. I heard a mobile phone ringing. Good, that must be Miles's because I didn't bring mine along. I managed to drag myself to the cabinet on which the phone was placed. On second thought, who am I going to call? We are far away from home and I don't know the emergency contact for this f*****g country. I reached out to the hotel phone instead of Miles'. I dialed the reception contact on it.
"Hello ma'am, how can I be of assistance to you?" The lady who answered asked pleasantly.
"Please! Please! Help me, my my my baby is is is iiiin daaanger. I amm dying. Pleaseeee help me. Immm in room 703 presidential suite. Pleaseeee come fast, I’m dying."
"Madam please stay w
