“That’s okay, then,” said Coney, not hearing it right. “I’m sure whatever you can do is fine, since Frank didn’t need so much in the first place—” “I’mafrayedknot.” I felt myself nearly choke, not on unspoken words for once but on rising gorge, White Castle–flavored bile. I swallowed it back so hard my ears popped. My whole face felt flushed with a mist of acids. “Ahem. We were unable to revive misdemeanor.”
man, this is great! this is so stressful, there's two stressful things going on here, it's the ER and their friend (?) is dying, and he's struggling to control his voice
