Perception

Part 17

Owen POV:

"Owen, something's wrong with Sang," Sean says as soon as I answer the call.

"Did she run screaming from the room after you kissed her?" I ask remembering his kiss confession and the conversation he relayed.

"For fuck's sake, Owen. Now is not the time to brush up on your joke telling skills! We had just gotten out of the movie and were going to get something to eat when she went pale, and weak. She tried to brush it off as food poisoning, but she has no symptoms of that!" Sean is shouting by the end of his rant.

"Where is Miss Sorenson now?" I ask.

"Right next to me unconscious! Where else would she be?" he says like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"Explain," I bark.

"Sang passed out as soon as she was in the car. I honestly don't know what it is. Her pupils are responsive, her pulse and respirations are normal now, and she has no temperature. I didn't bring my full kit so I can't do her blood pressure, but it's probably perfectly normal," he jabbers.

"Where are you driving her? Never mind. Take her to Mr. Griffin's house. I will meet you there in approximately 20 minutes," I sigh as I lock my door and press the unlock button on my key fob.

"You'll beat us there then," he mutters.

"How would I do that? The theater is only slightly further away from that house than the school," I mutter as I pull my car through the driveway gate, and close it.

"Well, um, we didn't go to that theater. We went to the one in the mall," he says. Something in his voice keys me in that he now has an idea of what exactly happened. I feel my heart beating in my throat as I quickly assimilate what that could be. Dear lord. This could be bad.

Sang POV:

I feel the car slow and turn into the driveway. I familiar sounds of the roads we commonly travel are as soothing as they are a kick in the guts.

"Pookie, are you awake?" I hear Dr. Sean ask with a small amount of panic in his voice.

"Yes, Dr. Sean. I think I'll just go lay down now. I'm really tired," I say mustering my best excuse. Please let him leave it at that, I think in desperation.

"In a bit, Pookie. Let's see what Owen wants," he says as he closes his door and rounds the car to open mine. I look around and see that Mr. Blackbourne's car is indeed there. Great, time for some hard truths, I guess. Maybe Nathan spilled the beans about what I said to the kids. That might be it. There's no way he could know about what just happened. I don't know which would be worse to talk about! My fake stomach upset suddenly becomes real, and I feel a cold sweat breaking out. My speeding, desperate thoughts last me until we reach the door and it swings open for us.