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"Detective Rafferty? I'll let the doctor know. Would you like me to call an ambulance to transport, Detective?"
"No, not until the doctor's seen her. Shit, I don't know. What if he says I should have sent her and-"
"Detective Rafferty, I have a message from Doctor Webb. He's in the building and is heading to your floor. Room number please?"
"Apartment 2A."
"Apartment 2A," she repeated. "Message delivered."
While he waited for Doctor Webb to come to his apartment, he sat beside Molly and gently brushed her hair back from her face.
She was sweating, her breathing shallow but quick. Too quick to be normal.
"What's going on in that beautiful head of yours, Molly? It sounds like you're reading dialogue from... it sounds like you're reading the lines of a play."
He didn't go out to see plays or anything like that. Every so often, he watched a movie, but that wasn't in the theaters, he watched them on his TV. Given how many hours Molly worked, both at the office and at her place, he doubted she saw many movies or plays either.
"I wish you could look at me and tell me what you're saying, Molly. Can you? Please? Can you tell me what you're talking about?"
Her lips kept moving, but she wasn't speaking aloud anymore.
Leaning down toward her lips, Jacob turned his head so he could get his ear as close as possible to her.
But even when he felt her breath against his ear, he couldn't understand.
Turning his head again, he placed a little kiss on her cheek. "I wish I could do more to help you."
DING DING
Sliding himself to the edge of the bed, he made it to the door in record time.
When he yanked the door open, Doctor Webb pushed in, almost physically moving Jacob out of the way.
"Where?"
"Left. Bedroom."
Jacob wanted to push ahead of him, but what the fuck was he supposed to do? He couldn't help her the way she needed most.
By the time he got to the side of the bed, Doctor Webb was already examining her.
There were a thousand questions in his head, but he kept them silent as he watched.
Waited.
Doctor Webb grumbled to himself, talked to himself, and nodded to himself. Huffed out a breath.
"Tell me what happened before she lost consciousness."
Jacob paused and Doctor Webb turned to look at him.
"What?"
"I don't think she's unconscious. Not really. She was talking-
"Reciting."
The doctor lifted his eyebrows.
