It was three in the afternoon and Wesley Van De Camp and his dear study group friends; Wilson, Arthur, Harry and Alison
were in good mood as they walked through the smart, tree strewn campus grounds of the prestigious law school they attended after having finished their lessons for that day.
The sun was shining, the air was fresh and the youthful friends had few responsibilities to worry about.
Yes, Wesley and his four close friends were pretty carefree at this stage in there lives, they were all privileged enough to be getting their legal education at the finest law school Miami had to offer, an education that they all so passionately enjoyed. Their tuitions and living expenses financed by their caring, wealthy families, and they were blessed with great health, with the exception of Wesley’s Myasthenia gravis of course. It was a good time to be alive indeed.“I agree with Arthur.”
Harry replied in relation to the theoretical legal debate the group where taking great pleasure in having as they walked along, sporting law books and messenger bags, each looking and sounding the part. “It’s not a strong enough argument.”
Wesley respectfully retorted. “It’s a well rounded Argument.”
Arthur replied with conviction. “It’s a fine argument, Arthur. But show me a legal precedent.”
Wesley responded, his rebuttal difficult to counter. “I can’t right now.” Arthur said searching inside the law book in his hand. “I’ll have to get back to you on that one later. But my point is still valid.”
He said remaining persistent. “Sorry to break this up, but this is me and I have to go and get ready for Grandma’s birthday party.”
Wilson said as they reached the steps of his dormitory. “I’m going off to find a precedent.”
Arthur said giving his farewell before splintering away from the group. “I have to go myself.”
Harry said looking at his watch, leaving just Wesley and Alison.
Wesley had his silver top cane neatly tucked under his arm rather like a Victorian gentleman as he escorted Alison through the grounds. Today there was a warm, contented smile on the often tortured genius’s face that could only come from a sense of genuine happiness and fulfilment, “So what plans do you have for today?”
Wesley asked his companion, “I am meeting one of my uncles friends to discuss interning at his firm.”
Alison replied with a hopeful smile, “Wow, Already? Way to get a head start my girl.”
Wesley replied supportively.
Wesley’s attention was suddenly drawn away from Alison as he noticed his classmates, Franklin, leaning on the supporting wall at the bottom of a lush green hill. The Chinese student had a slightly distressed look on his face. “Everything alright Franklin?”
Wesley asked as he went over to check on him, “Yeah.”
Franklin said with a reassuring nod before he proceeded to pull out his inhaler and take a puff.
Franklin shook the inhaler once again and took a second puff, “Are you alright?”
Wesley asked with concern as Franklin looked like he was getting worse instead of better, “My inhaler is empty.”
He said putting his hand on his chest.
Franklin collapsed to a sitting position as an asthma attack began to set in. “Franklin!”
Wesley dropped his book and cane, threw off his messenger bag and kneeled beside Franklin, “Call 911.”
He said to a slightly disorientated Alison.
Alison quickly phoned emergency services and told them what they needed to know. “An ambulance is on the way. Just stay calm and try to breath.”
Wesley said to Franklin in a soothing and reassuring tone as he did what he could to help until the paramedics arrived.