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“They have her on some long series of tests. “It’s a diagnostics thing,” his mother finally said. That didn’t make a modicum of sense, which led him to realize there wasn’t a problem with his phone. He glanced down at the phone, seeing it was shaking. His mind whirled as Jay gave her the requested moments. “I think I wrote it on my phone somewhere. “No, no, not that, Jaybird,” she said, her voice getting even smaller. “They’re putting Sarah into a medically induced coma?” “Coma?” Jay asked, his voice rising despite his efforts. His mother was dealing with enough between her three jobs without Jay worsening things. Jay tried to quiet his thoughts as she spoke, knowing pushing too hard would only create more problems. Some kind of medically induced… something? Sarah’s so much better about the details.” She’s going to be in an intensive care program for a week. “I’m sorry,” his mother said, her voice low and worn down. “Why can’t she have visitors? Why didn’t someone tell me? Why didn’t I get a chance to meet the doctors? Why didn’t someone tell me where it is?” Jay fired off the questions rapidly, giving absolutely no chance for her to respond. Hearing the story from their youth for the twentieth time opened the floodgates. Jay knew his mother had worked hard to forge a solid familial relationship between the two siblings. His mother’s voice had an overtone of pride to it. She cried for five minutes, and you worried over her for five hours.” I remember you panicking for hours the first time she tripped and fell. I know how protective you can be about your sister. “I’ve known you for your entire life, Jaybird. “And demand to see her?” his mother asked gently. He didn’t have a high level of trust in Tumult Corp. “I just want to check in on the place,” Jay said, although his voice was still unsteady. “Can you get it?” Jay asked, more harshly than he meant to. “I think I have the address somewhere at home on a sticky note,” his mother said, “but she can’t have visitors yet.” I just wanted to see if you could send me the address of Sarah’s new hospital.” “I know you’re busy, so I’m sorry to bother you. Taylor Lynn’s abuse of the nickname was a whole different story. The name itself wasn’t horrible-it wasn’t great-but it certainly could have been worse. It had taken him a year to convince her to stop using the nickname in jest. After that, Taylor Lynn had used the name every chance she got. The nickname had stuck, surviving everything, including an embarrassing incident where his mom used the name in front of Taylor Lynn. His mother had given Jay the nickname “Jaybird” when he was a baby. The phone rang several times before she finally picked up. Instead of stopping to talk, he went inside, already speed-dialing his mom on his way up the stairs. Grabbing his phone, he noticed there was still no text from Sarah. She waved excitedly at him as he pulled into the spot, despite their previous interactions being comprised solely of him petting her dog. Rik was loading boxes into her silver truck. By happenstance, he parked next to his next-door neighbor, Mrs.

With a sigh, he sought another spot in the parking lot. He cursed the people with active enough social lives to invite visitors. Alas, his phone did not interrupt the melodic confessions of feeling nothing-and not caring about it.Īs he rolled through his apartment complex, Jay found the spot he always parked in occupied by a sleek, well-cared-for black SUV. He listened for the buzzing against his cup holder, interrupting the melancholy chorus. While he drove, Jay waited for the screen on his phone to light up. The music wasn’t the headbanging or dancing kind, but the nostalgia brought him a strange, temporary serenity. Music about being misunderstood always made him smile rather than bring his mood down. Although Claire had taken it as a joke, he did turn on sad boy music for his ride home. Silently annoyed about his old car, he turned on the radio and set off for his apartment. The phone rattled, reminding him that being thrown was not good for them. Jay tossed his phone into his cup holder in frustration. His lack of a hands-free system forced him to exercise patience. He decided to contact his mother if Sarah didn’t text him by the time he got home. Jay started his car, texting Sarah before he drove away: hey sis, when can you have visitors?