Unforgiven(50)

I jump in quickly. “Man, you cannot go running to her rescue. Don’t fall into this trap, Landon. She’s been gone for two years. Your entire life is falling into place…” I start preaching to him. I know how hard he took it when Jess left to move back home to California. It took him a long time to get over her and he is finally happy and engaged to Reagan. I won’t let him screw this up.
“It’s not Jess,” he says quietly.
“Then why is she calling you?” I set the metal case of poker chips on top of his wooden bar.
“It’s Lindsay.”
“Lindsay’s calling you from Jess’ phone?” Now I’m confused.
“No. Jess is with Lindsay. Something happened to Lindsay.” He’s lost in thought and my adrenaline kicks in.
“What happened to her?”
“Jess found her in her room. Looks like she fell and hit her head on her nightstand, but she found a baggie full of pills next to her.”
“What kind of pills?”
“Jess doesn’t know, but she’s afraid to call an ambulance because she’s afraid that they’re illegal, and that if this is made public, it will destroy Lindsay’s career.”#p#分页标题#e#
“Fuck her career.” I’m so angry right now. “She needs to call an ambulance.” I start yelling orders to Landon. “How many times on patrol have we seen this? Anything can happen to someone on pills. Dammit, Landon, call her back and tell her to call an ambulance. NOW!”
“Gabe is on his way; he was about ten minutes away when she called him. He’s a firefighter or EMT. She’s going to let him make the call, then she’s going to call me back.” I’ve seen Landon in many situations throughout our friendship and this is the first time I’ve seen him truly shaken—scared.
“What is all the yelling about? It’s almost three in the morning,” Reagan says, tying the belt on her robe as she walks tiredly into the game room. Her hair is a mess, as we’ve obviously woken her up. “Some of us have to work in the morning and be coherent enough to treat patients.”
I look away from her and back to Landon. “I’m going with you; it’s not up for discussion.” He swallows and nods his head before walking toward Reagan.
“It’s Lindsay,” Landon tells Reagan, pulling her into a hug. “Something’s happened and we’re waiting to get more details.” Landon begins telling Reagan the little information that we know and the other guys leave quietly, telling us to keep them updated. Time stands still as we wait to hear from Jess. Landon stares at the screen of his phone, willing it to ring, and Reagan has retreated to the kitchen to make coffee.
“Hear anything yet?” Reagan asks as she carries two large mugs of steaming coffee.
“Not yet,” I say as Landon remains silent and shakes his head.
“Don’t panic, guys,” Reagan says quietly.
“She said Gabe was ten minutes away and it’s been over twenty minutes since she called,” Landon says, setting the mug of coffee on the bar. Just then, Landon’s phone rings and vibrates all at the same time.
“It’s her,” he says before answering. “Jess?” I notice his hand shaking as he raises the phone to his ear.
“Mmm hmm, okay. Okay. Thank you.” He pulls the phone away from his ear and ends the call. “They called an ambulance. Gabe said she has a pretty decent head laceration and most likely a concussion. Her pulse was weak, not terrible, but she’s dehydrated and he’s concerned about the pills and how many she took.”
“What pills was she taking?” Reagan asks from the sofa, where she sits bundled under a blanket.
“She wasn’t taking anything I was aware of. She finished her pain meds when she completed rehab months ago,” I inform them as I grab my phone and keys from the bar.
“Go pack,” Reagan says, pushing the blanket off of her. “I’ll book you two tickets and text you with the details. I’ll drop you off at the airport.” She walks over and hugs Landon before leaving us.
“What the fuck is going on?” Landon asks me.
“I wish I knew,” I reply numbly.
 

 
Four and a half hours later, Landon and I are on a flight to Phoenix. Five hours after that, we land in Phoenix. One hour later, Landon and I are walking into Good Samaritan Hospital in downtown Phoenix. Jess has texted Landon the floor information as Lindsay hasn’t yet been placed into a room. We ride the elevator to the second floor and exit. The hallways are white and sterile, exactly like every other hospital. We walk the long corridor until we get to a centrally located desk where three other hallways connect.