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“Because this way saves us both from an awkward conversation and wasted time where we’d pretend shit wasn’t awkward until it actually became not awkward anymore.”
Her mouth twitches in what I imagine to be an argument yet is unexpectedly cut off by my phone vibrating.
Good to know the shit still works.
Haworth Enterprises flashes across the screen prompting me to swiftly lift a polite finger the direction of my date prior to answering, “Wahl.”
“Wahl, this is Yi from security.”
I know Yi.
I typically like Yi.
He’s good at his job and doesn’t allow those around him to slack at theirs.
What I don’t like is him calling.
Especially when no direct reason comes to mind.
“What can do I for you, Yi?”
“I’m calling because you’re listed as the primary emergency contact for Miss Arlette Carmichael.”
Dread doesn’t hesitate to drop to the pit of my stomach. “I am.”
“There’s been an incident.” His typically stoic voice struggles not to shake. “She’s been brought to the ER of Dalvegan Memorial Hospital.” The pause he takes to remain calm compounds the piling panic that’s stacking on my chest. “She’s currently…unconscious.”
Any further ability to breathe is robbed point blank.
“I’ve submitted her information to the best of my ability but-”
“I’m on my way, Yi.”
“Is she allergic to any medications or does she have any pre-existing medical conditions I need to inform them about?”
“Her synesthesia.”
“Her…what?”
“Synesthesia.” Knowing I don’t have time to explain it, I begin grumbling instructions while reaching for my wallet. “Just tell them she has it so if they ask sensory related questions, they can tailor them better.” Opening the object is done with so much force I almost rip the damn thing in two. “And tell the nurses to keep the door to her room closed. Too many voices all at once can get too overwhelmin’ for her, and she’ll…shutdown. Go completely silent. Even become unresponsive.”
“I’ll tell them that the minute I see them.”
“Youfind them now and tell them that.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I’ll be there in a few.” Ending the conversation is attached to tossing a hundred-dollar bill on the table. “I uh…I have to go.”
Earnest concern coats Lila’s voice, “Everything okay?”
“No.” Raising my unsteady frame to my feet requires every ounce of strength I can muster up. “Arley’s…um…at the ER.”
“Ohmygod!”
“She’s unconscious.”
“Ohmyg-”
