"Think of your blood pressure, Gerald," she said in a softer tone. "It's not good to get yourself so upset. Let's get you into a nice, comfortable chair and I'll call Dr. Mendez."
But as she moved toward him, Gerald struggled to breathe and speak at the same time with frightening effort. "Don't. Touch. Me. You. Dirty. w***e ..."
He then yelled out in pain and fell to the floor. Ashlee wasn't about to touch him after what he said, but she quickly got out her cell phone and called 911 for an ambulance. She then rushed upstairs to the bedroom to get her husband's nitro glycerin pills out of the bedside drawer. She went back down as fast as she could take the stairs, but when she got back to the kitchen, Gerald was lying still on the kitchen floor, his hand still curled up like a claw on his
