“I… heart attack,” I gasp. “You’re not having a heart attack,” Enzo responds dryly. “Dying,” I wheeze. “Need the water police. Call 911.” I’m only met with silence, but I would hardly be able to hear them past the thumping in my ears anyway. Then, “Did she just say water police?” “Ignore her,” Enzo grumbles. “911 isn’t even the right number to call.” “Well, did she hit ’er head or somethin’?” Enzo sighs. “I wish I could say yes. But that’s just Sawyer.”
