Page 483 of End Game

“Get Dex too.”

Then Ronan is back with me. “Griffin.”

“Get her glucometer.”

“She has it on her nightstand.”

I’m sure she does—because she did everything right.

The thought nearly breaks something in my chest.

“Check her.”

I hear more rustling, and I’m grateful I taught Ronan and Micah how to do this—even if Cami thought I was overreacting.

Ronan is talking to her quietly while he does it. “Cami, I'm poking your finger now.”

Even now.

Even terrified.

He tells her first.

The meter beeps.

Silence.

“What does it say?”

Another beat.

“HI.”

I close my eyes.

Fuck.

My partner is watching me. I’ve said enough—he probably already knows what’s happening, but I tell him anyway.

“It's Cami.”

His entire posture changes with the confirmation.

“What do you need?”

“She's altered. Type One. Her meter that limits at 600 is reading HI. They're calling 911.”

“Go.”

“I need to call—”

“We have the unit.”

The other guy appears behind him. “We'll handle the restock and chart. Go.”

I nod once.

On the phone, I hear Micah speaking to dispatch in the background.