Chapter 10 - The Call to Houston
It rang four times before David answered, his voice backgrounded by the ambient noise of a restaurant.
"Hey, Sarah. I just finished up a lunch meeting, what's up?"
I opened my mouth, but only a dry, broken gasp came out.
"Sarah?" His tone shifted instantly, the background noise suddenly falling away.
"David," I sobbed, collapsing onto the vinyl sofa. "David, you have to come home."
"What happened? Is it Leo?"
"He's in the ER," I choked out, tears spilling down my neck. "He stopped breathing."
"What do you mean he stopped breathing? Did he have an attack?"
"He... he went into cardiac arrest, David," I whispered, unable to say the rest of the truth over the phone.
"They got a pulse back, but he's not breathing on his own."
A long, suffocating silence stretched over the line.
I could hear David's heavy breathing, the rustle of his car keys being pulled from his pocket.
"I'm driving to the airport now," he said, his voice flat, dangerously quiet.
"I'll get the first flight back to Austin."
"David, I'm so sorry—"
"Is he going to live, Sarah?" David interrupted, his voice breaking on my name.
"I don't know," I sobbed. "I don't know."
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He hung up without another word.
I sat alone in the beige room, holding the phone against my chest, watching the clock on the wall tick toward four o'clock.
