I lock my feet in place, tap on Holly’s name, and wait. And wait. And fucking wait some more until— “Hello?” comes her sweet voice over the line, and my knees nearly collapse with relief. “Jackson?” My voice emerges as a rasp, “I need you.” I slam my lids shut and tilt my face up like I’m going to wish on a fake shooting star in the middle of a damn hospital. “I’m at Mass General. Dr. Mebowitz—he’s in neuropathology.” Her panicked gasp echoes in my ears, and I rush to add, “I’m okay. I mean, I’m not. But it’s not . . . it’s not an accident.” I swallow thickly, the emotions tangling in my
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