My Husband Bought Me Flowers To Celebrate My Promotion. A Homeless Woman Just Warned Me That Smelling Them Will Kill Me. Should I Trust My Husband Of Five Years Or A Stranger?

“And what if they come and say everything’s fine? That there’s no poison?”

“Then I was wrong,” Cassie answered simply. “But I’m not wrong. Not about these things. My visions have never failed me.”

The ambulance arrived in 8 minutes. A white van with blue stripes and flashing lights pulled up to the curb. Two people got out: a man in his 50s in a paramedic uniform and a young woman with a medical bag.

“Where’s the patient?” the paramedic asked.

“Here.” Cassie pointed to Eleanor.

The paramedic approached, squatting beside her.

“What’s your name?”

“Eleanor Vance.”

“What happened Eleanor?”

“I… I have asthma. I was exposed to some flowers with a strong scent and it started. It became hard to breathe.”

The paramedic nodded, taking out a stethoscope. “Show me your inhaler.”

Eleanor fumbled in her purse and handed it to him. He examined it, nodded.

“When did you last use it?”

“About half an hour ago. Maybe a little more.”

“I’m going to listen to your lungs now. Take a deep breath.”

He placed the stethoscope on her back. He listened for a long time, frowning. Then he took off the earpieces and looked at her seriously.

“There’s wheezing. Labored breathing. You need to be hospitalized.”

“No,” Eleanor said quickly. “I don’t want to go to the hospital. Can you just… Can you just record that there was an attack? That there was a threat?”

The paramedic frowned. “Why do you need that?”

Cassie stepped forward. “It’s important for personal reasons. She needs a certificate that there was contact with a dangerous substance that could have led to death.”

The paramedic looked at Cassie, then at Eleanor, then at the bouquet lying on the asphalt.

“Those are the flowers?”

“Yes,” Eleanor nodded.

The paramedic stood up, walked over to the bouquet, bent down and sniffed carefully. His expression changed.

“This is not a normal scent,” he said slowly. “This is a really strong irritant. For an asthmatic this could be deadly. Who gave these to you?”

“My husband,” Eleanor whispered.

Silence. The paramedic looked at her for a long time, then nodded as if he understood something.

“All right. I’ll document everything on the call sheet. Diagnosis: acute exacerbation of bronchial asthma due to allergen contact. Life-threatening condition. Hospital observation recommended. Patient refused hospitalization against medical advice. Do you need a copy of the call sheet?”

“Yes,” Eleanor nodded.

“Please wait here.”

The paramedic went back to the ambulance, wrote something down, then brought Eleanor a sheet with an official stamp.

“Here you go. Keep it and be careful.” He hesitated. “If something happens, if you’re in danger, call the police immediately.”

He knew. You could see it in his eyes that he understood. He understood this wasn’t just an accident, that it was something more.

“Thank you.” Eleanor took the paper with trembling hands.

The ambulance drove away. Cassie picked up the bouquet, wrapped it in a plastic bag she found near a trash can, and tied it tightly.

“This will prove your husband wanted you dead,” she said. “Keep it. Don’t throw it away. Tomorrow morning you go to the police. You file a report. You show them this certificate, you show them the flowers, you demand a forensic analysis.”

“But it’s insane.” Eleanor shook her head. “The police won’t believe me. They’ll say I’m crazy. That my husband just gave me flowers and I…”

“They’ll believe you,” Cassie said firmly. “Because you’ll have evidence. A medical certificate, the flowers, testimony. And something else.”

She took out her phone, showed Eleanor the screen.

“I recorded everything on video. You coming here, me explaining, the paramedic’s examination. Everything.”

Eleanor stared at the recording. It was all there.

“Why are you doing this?” she asked softly. “Why are you helping me? You don’t even know me.”

Cassie looked at the baby in her arms, then at Eleanor.

“Because last time I kept quiet. When that woman died and her husband got away with it. I’m not going to be quiet again.”

She handed Eleanor the bag with the bouquet.