Jay snatches the phone from him, swipes it open. The signal's bad, but not gone. Jay pauses just long enough to punch in a search for a local cab company. While it loads, he stumbles a few steps forward, trying to make up for lost ground.
Pause, type in the number, run. Hold it in your beak; you need your feet to move. Wait for the ringing to stop. Don't think about the needles burrowing into the back of your skull every time you stand still for too long.
There's a voice on the other end of the line, but it's difficult to make out. It cuts out mid-word, and the bits he can here are garbled.
Jay doesn't ask for clarification, just stammers the address of the school. "And we need a ride to, to the hospital. The closest hospital." His throat catches, sending him into a fit of thin, wheezing coughs. "Soon--soon, please."
"--need--e to call 911?"
"No! No, we just--"
"--ow old are you? Pu--ther on the--ine."
"No, come on, just--" There's a click. "Hello? Hello?"
He looks over at Tim, eyes wide, like Tim'll somehow be able to fix the fact that the line just went dead. He looks down at the phone.
They got the address. It's fine. It should be...it's fine.
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Jay snatches the phone from him, swipes it open. The signal's bad, but not gone. Jay pauses just long enough to punch in a search for a local cab company. While it loads, he stumbles a few steps forward, trying to make up for lost ground.
Pause, type in the number, run. Hold it in your beak; you need your feet to move. Wait for the ringing to stop. Don't think about the needles burrowing into the back of your skull every time you stand still for too long.
There's a voice on the other end of the line, but it's difficult to make out. It cuts out mid-word, and the bits he can here are garbled.
Jay doesn't ask for clarification, just stammers the address of the school. "And we need a ride to, to the hospital. The closest hospital." His throat catches, sending him into a fit of thin, wheezing coughs. "Soon--soon, please."
"--need--e to call 911?"
"No! No, we just--"
"--ow old are you? Pu--ther on the--ine."
"No, come on, just--" There's a click. "Hello? Hello?"
He looks over at Tim, eyes wide, like Tim'll somehow be able to fix the fact that the line just went dead. He looks down at the phone.
They got the address. It's fine. It should be...it's fine.