The rookie Groupchat

Yikes Tim Pt 4

Bailey Nune:
Okay. I just got here.

Celina Juarez:
How is she?

Tamara Collins:
Bailey's checking her right now.

Aaron Thorsen:
God, I hope she's okay.

John Nolan:
Please update us as soon as you can.

(Several minutes pass...)

Bailey Nune:
This is bad.
Really, really bad.

Angela Lopez:
What do you mean?

Bailey Nune:
Her fever's up to 105.3.
She's barely responsive. Skin's cold and clammy, her breathing's shallow, and her heart rate is all over the place.

Tamara Collins:
She's been moaning and flinching like she's in pain. She hasn't said a full sentence in hours.

Bailey Nune:
I'm calling an ambulance right now.
She needs emergency care. Immediately.

Celina Juarez:
Oh my god.

Nyla Harper:
Bailey, do they have to take her this time?

Bailey Nune:
I'll make them. I'm riding with her if I have to. She needs a strong IV, fast fluids, fever reducers, and probably some mild sedatives. She's clearly in pain—her muscles are rigid, and she keeps whimpering.

Aaron Thorsen:
Damn it. She must be terrified.

Bailey Nune:
She is. She keeps saying Tim's name in between fevers. Doesn't know where she is. I tried telling her I was there, but she couldn't focus.

Angela Lopez:
Where is Tim?

John Nolan:
Still on that stupid mission. No comms.

Nyla Harper:
He's going to lose it when he finds out.

Bailey Nune:
Paramedics just got here. I'm going to stay with her. I'll text once we're en route and let you know which hospital.

Celina Juarez:
Please, please keep us posted. And thank you, Bailey.

Tamara Collins:
I couldn't get anyone to listen. Thank you for showing up. I was so scared.

Bailey Nune:
You did everything you could, Tamara. You saved her life by keeping her moving. I've got her now. We'll get her help.

Angela Lopez:
We're with you. All of you. Let us know where to go and we'll be there.

Bailey Nune:
Copy that. Let's get Lucy through this first.