It was around 10PM when I heard my mother in another room receive his call, he was talking about having a numb left arm. They couldn’t afford an ambulance so I took mums car and drove straight to him. I have a mental disorder which causes paranoia and a more extreme experience of emotions that someone without, so I was trying not to freak out, imagining rocking up to his house and finding the worst case scenario. As we drove to hospital he told me about what he would like to happen at his funeral, “don’t let anyone make any speeches, I haven’t done much in my life, just tell them to say a prayer” and what he would want done with his body. I stayed strong and held myself together. We got to hospital and I was told to wait on the triage area for an hour and half while they checked him out. I finally got to see him and they said he’s okay. It’s 2 AM now in Perth Australia and I just got home, my friends and family are asleep, and I just wanted to get that off my chest here because I have nobody to talk to. I feel disturbed and upset by the contents of the night and worried about my elderly parents mortality but I haven’t broken down, I am just grateful he is safe, and I feel a newfound sense of importance for family.