" Zennis , you look like hell ," Ethan said as he looked at the man with alarm as Zipp opened the door to his hotel room. The tall skinny man stood before him almost swaying on his feet and his long lean face seemed entirely too pale and drained. And he kept holding his side as though he was in pain. Damn it all and the man's very stubbornness , Ethan thought as he reached out to help him over to the bed to sit down.
" I stopped by to see if you wanted to go out to lunch but now I think I should just drag you back to the hospital. You left too soon ! "
Zipp tried to smile but he couldn't summon up the energy to do it. He collapsed on his back on the bed , his bleary eyes focused solely on the ceiling above him. " No. No hospital. Hate hospitals. You know that. I just need to rest. " Then his eyes drifted shut.
Ethan gently shook the man's shoulder. The action had absolutely no response to it except for Zipp mumbling something incoherent under his breath. Shit.
" Zipp , are you alright? Can you hear me? Zipp ! Talk to me ! "
He shook him once more, a little more firmer this time, and didn't even get the mumbling.
Ethan's hands were oddly shaky as he pulled out his phone to dial 911.
" I need an ambulance ," he told the operator in a commanding voice. " Now."
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ODDS OF LOVE SEASON TWELVE
Ficción GeneralThe ongoing soap opera about disabled math genius Spencer Norland - Lane , his doctor husband DuBuis Lane and their family and friends in the Washington DC Metro area.
