Sylvia's POV...
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"Cairo, are you done?"
I called from outside the restroom, glancing at my watch. It's been almost ten minutes, yet he still hasn't come out. I don't know why, but an uneasy feeling suddenly crept over me.
"Cairo, are you okay in there?" I called again but just as I did, the door suddenly opened.
Instead of Cairo, a man stepped out, his expression alarmed. "M-Miss, are you the mother of the little boy inside?"
My heart dropped. "Uh, yes! I have a kid inside… w-why? What happened?"
"There's a kid in there holding his chest. He looks like he's struggling to breathe—I think he's having an attack!"
I felt my breath catch. Before the man could even finish speaking, I rushed inside. I didn't care that I was entering the men's restroom or that there were a few men staring at me as I looked around and then I saw Cairo.
He was sitting on the floor, gasping for air while a few men tried to calm him down.
