Francis thought he was dying right now.

That was an understatement, actually. Francis knew he was dying. His heart was palpitating, he was sweating profusely, his breathing had gone ragged when he sudden woke at midnight like this. It was all a matter of time before he collapsed and died.

Francis starting to panic. What if he was having a heart attack? Who would help him? Francis slowly walked over to the telephone, calling the first person came to his mind — Richard. Francis held the phone to his ear, desperately hoping that Richard will pick up the phone, preferably before Francis started convulsing.