So I listened.
I made it about halfway through, hearing her cry and beg me to come back to talk, before I deleted it. It was enough to know she wasn't in danger, but I didn't care to hear the rest. Eden came out of the bathroom with a robe covering her body as I set my phone on the charger.
"Everything okay?"
I glanced at her and immediately felt the weight vanish. My cheeks burned with the smile taking hold of my lips, and I knew it was all because of her. "How in the world do you know when something is off? Do I scowl or something?"
Her eyes flitted around the room while a faint blush colored her cheeks. "No. I can't explain it … it's just in your demeanor. Like you're quiet or something." She shook her head, shrugged a little, and smiled. "I don't know, Dane. But tell me, what's going on?"
I pressed my lips to her forehead and moved toward the bathroom with my bag in hand. "It's nothing. I was just checking my voicemail."
Understanding softened her gaze. "Gabi? Is she okay?"
Eden amazed me. Even now, after everything, she still worried about Gabi-maybe she worried about how it affected me, but still, it was concern nonetheless. "Yes. She's fine. She left a message, crying about needing to talk, and I deleted it. Now, enough of her for the remainder of the weekend."
We both got dressed and went for a walk on the beach. It was hot and crowded, so we didn't last long before heading back up. Eden offered to make sandwiches for lunch, but I wanted to take her out. In the end, we settled on take-out to eat on the couch while watching a movie.
I grabbed my phone from the charger to order food and noticed more missed calls from a local number, but still no messages. I shook it off, assuming it was Gabi calling again in the hopes I'd answer. But as soon as I went to look up menus, my phone vibrated in my hand. Another local number, similar to the others.
Against my better judgment, I answered.
"May I speak with Dane Kauffmann, please?" a woman with a soft tone asked.
I cleared my throat, instantly nervous, and said, "This is Dane."
"Hi, Dane, my name is Tricia McDonald, and I'm with Southwest Regional Hospital. I'm calling about a patient, Gabriella Rios, who has you listed as her emergency contact. At this time, I'm unable to discuss any information with you over the phone, but if you can come down, we can fill you in."
I ran my hand over my face and groaned inwardly. As soon as she said she was from the hospital, I knew it was Gabi, and deep down, I struggled with what to do. I couldn't help but believe this was just another cry for help to get me to listen to her. When it came to Gabi, I didn't know what to believe anymore. I opened my eyes and found Eden standing in the doorway to her bedroom, watching me with sad eyes.
"How serious is it?" I asked while holding Eden's stare.
"We've stabilized her, but we can't do anything else without authorization and insurance information. We need you to come here in order to discuss the incident and treatment options in person before we can do anything else."
"Is this life or death?" I knew my words sounded cold, callous, but I couldn't help it. Gabi had strung me along for years with a lie. It'd been one attention-grabbing situation after another, and I couldn't help but think it'd all been fabricated. Everything. I didn't want to go running to her like I had done for more than ten years of my life, but at the same time, I struggled with completely turning my back on her.
"Well, sir … it was touch and go there for a bit, and right now we do have her stabilized, but this is an urgent matter."
"I'm only asking because Gabi and I are no longer together. Her next of kin would be her mother. Not me. Have you tried to get ahold of her?"
There was a pause of hesitation before she said, "We actually don't have that information on file. Should we look into finding someone else to contact?"
Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, I sighed and dropped my head into my hand. "No. I'll be there."
When I disconnected the call, Eden sat next to me and put her arm around my shoulder, offering the kind of comfort I needed. "What's going on? Who was on the phone?"
"That was the hospital. Gabi's there."
She gasped, but didn't waste any time questioning it. "What happened to her?"
"I don't know. They said they couldn't discuss it over the phone and I have to go down there to authorize treatment. I'm assuming she took pills or something, but I have no idea."
"Do you need me to go with you?"
I turned my head to the side to look at her. I knew this was something I had to take care of on my own, but the simple fact she'd offered to support me, to be there for me, was more than I could bear. No one had done that for me since Gabi when my grandmother died, and I didn't realize how badly I'd needed the offer until now. "No, but I appreciate you asking. More than you know, Eden. It really means a lot that you'd be there for me."
She tried to smile, but it fell flat. "I'm always here for you, Dane."
I cleared the emotion from my throat and stood. "I'm going to try to get ahold of her mom first, but if I can't reach her, I'll have to go to the hospital. I don't know how long I'll be, but I'll be back." I leaned over and pressed my lips to her forehead. "Nothing's going to take this weekend away from us."
The only number I had for Gabi's mom was disconnected. There was no telling how old the number was, considering it'd been years since I had any reason to contact her. In a last-ditch attempt to reach her, I called Janette and asked if she could locate her for me, or at least find a working number.
Within five minutes, she returned my call with an address.
It was on the way to the hospital, so I left Eden's apartment and swung by the address Janette had provided, hoping Gabi's mom would be home. As much as I wanted to help Gabi, I refused to let her drag me back down to the depths of despair I'd only just begun to climb out of.
She needed help.
But it didn't have to come from me.
My heart raced, pounding against my sternum as I pulled into the driveway. I had no idea what I was about to walk into, but I knew I couldn't back down. This was Gabi's mother. At some point, she'd have to start acting like one. They had problems and Marie had a lot to do with Gabi's depression, but at some point, I had to wash my hands of them both. If that meant pushing her in Gabi's direction now, then that was what I had to do.
The front door opened slowly after only knocking once. The woman in front of me looked nothing like I remembered. Marie was always put together, never a hair out of place. This version paled in comparison. She wore her hair in an unruly bun, slightly greasy as if she hadn't washed it in a few days. Glasses sat low on the bridge of her nose, yet they did nothing to hide the dark bags beneath her eyes. It made me wonder if this was what Gabi would look like in twenty years.
"Dane … " Her eyes widened in surprise, but worry shone bright. "What's going on? Is everything okay? Where's Gabriella?"
"That's actually why I'm here. She's in the hospital, and I think you should be the one to go take care of it." I winced as I finished my sentence, realizing how cruel and emotionless I sounded.
"The hospital? Why? What happened to her?" Marie quickly stepped outside, frantic over the news. At least she was concerned for her daughter, despite the years of distance and avoidance.
"I don't know. I just got the call about half an hour ago. I'm assuming she tried to hurt herself again, but I don't know for sure."
"Why don't you know? Why haven't you been there? She doesn't need to be alone, Dane!"
I took a step away, unable to deal with a lecture from her of all people. "We're not together anymore. It's not my job to coddle her when she does things like this for attention."
"How can you be so heartless? She loves you! She needs you!"
"No." My voice was so deep I barely recognized it. I leaned into her and pointed my finger in her face, doing all I could to rein in my temper. "She needs help. Help I can't give her. I think it's about time you deal with whatever it is you've got going on, whatever has kept you two apart all these years, and go be there for your daughter."
"I have tried, Dane!" She raised her voice, but it didn't hide the pain in her tone. Nor did it stop the tears from filling her eyes. "She wants nothing to do with me, and I can't blame her. I put other things before her when she was young, thinking it was for the best, but it wasn't. It all fell to pieces, and in the end, I was left with nothing but regret."
I held my hand up to stop her. "This is between the two of you. Not me. I'm not a part of this anymore. I only came here to let you know she's in the hospital and needs next of kin to give them permission to continue treatment. She needs it."