A children role-play

"A-are you okay?" Robin seemed concerned, and the wolves whimpered. "Calla? W-what's wrong?"

(Levi ships it lol. WELCOME TO DIDNEY WURL WHERE PRINCESSES AND DREAMS COME TRUUUUUE)

"I'm-" She collapsed. Calla was unconcious, but alive. Barely.

Calla's breath was ragged. After a minute, she wasn't breathing at all.

"Calla!" Robin knelt down beside her, trying to figure what to do. He should know what to do, his father was a doctor! He started doing CPR in the way his father had taught him and Grayson when they were young.

Calla's phone slipped out of her pocket, with the screen showing her emergency contacts, one of them listing "Dr. Smith"

"Er, d-do you have a phone? Any way to call 911? I was unconscious last time, so I don't know." He continued trying to do CPR, looking worried and anxious.

Calla started to breath. She was half awake, but paralysed.

Calla said in a weak voice, barely a whisper, "C-call… help…." and passed out again.

"I-I… I don't know! Her doctor probably knows more about whatever this is!" He noticed that his CPR had somewhat worked, and continued.

Calla started to jolt and shudder. She was having a heart attack and a seizure at the same time.

Her phone started to ring. It was her mom calling.

Robin started to panic, but forced himself to calm down, though he was still hyperventilating. He needed to help Calla, and panicking would definitely not help. He grabbed a stick and put it in her mouth to protect her teeth, he knew you were supposed to do that when someone was having a seizure. Then, he continued CPR, eyes welling up with tears as he began panicking again.

Calla stopped breathing, her pulse was weak.

Doctor Smith rushed over with a team of paramedics, who pulled her onto a stretcher. She stopped jolting, but she was still not breathing.

"Kids, thank you for calling. Calla could have died otherwise." Dr. Smith said. She was a short blonde woman, with thick glasses and a white coat.

Robin was having a panic attack, hyperventilating and leaning weakly against a tree once the paramedics arrived. The wolves sat next to him, looking up at him with concern.

Robin tried to answer, but his voice just faltered and squeaked, fading away. He slid down the tree, still panicking.

Dr. Smith said, "If you want to see Calla, she will be in in the Victoria hospital. Ask for Sharon, she's her therapist, she'll take you to her." She then hopped into the truck, and drove away.

Robin looked close to fainting, but managed to whisper a response. "P-panic… attack.." He tried to wipe the tears from his eyes, but it didn't really work. He leaned against Lupus for support, who licked his face.