Chapter Six Hundred and Seventy-two - A friend will cheer for you, grieve, and help. (part one)
CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED and SEVENTY-TWO
Tuesday afternoon — 2:45 p.m.
“Jill?” Colin Hargreaves nearly screamed into the telephone.
The sound of a helicopter boomed in the background of the call. Jill was standing in the hallway of the Art Institute. She’d stepped out of a class to return his urgent text.
“I got your 911 text, Colin,” Jill said. “You sound really freaked out. What’s going on?”
“Julie collapsed,” Colin said. “She was running errand and collapsed in the car.”
“Oh no!” Jill said.
“She was at a stoplight,” Colin said. “The guy in the car behind her noticed that she had pass out and called the paramedics. He stayed with her until they arrived.”
“Where is she now?” Jill asked.
“She’s with John,” Colin said. “She must have known that was sick because she was holding John’s card when she passed out. The guy called the number and . . .”
“So, she’s at Denver Health,” Jill said. “That’s good.”
“Yea,” Colin said. “John called me because . . . because . . .”
“What’s going on?” Jill asked.
“She’s in organ failure,” Colin said. “She . . . she . . . Covid . . . and I . . .”
“Breathe,” Alex Hargreaves’ voice came over the phone in the background. “Breathe. She’s in the best hands. You know that. Breathe.”
“Jill?” a man’s voice asked on the phone.
“Yes?” Jill asked.
“This is Art Rasmussen,” he said. “We’ve met a few times.”
“Sasha’s daddy,” Jill said.
“Yes, I am that,” he said. “Listen, we’re in North Dakota today.”
“Okay,” Jill said.
“Colin needs you to pick up his kids from the Marlowe School,” Art said.
“Done,” Jill said. “I’ll bring them home. They can stay with us for as long as they need.”
There were voices in the background, but Jill couldn’t make out what they were saying.
“We understand that Julie was there?” Art asked. “At the Castle?”
“She and Paddie were pretty sick,” Jill said.
“We need to get Paddie checked,” Art said. “Also, would you mind doing me a tremendous favor?”
“Sure,” Jill said. “I’m happy to help if I can.”
“We need Blane,” Art said. “Julie likes him and says that he really helped her when she was sick. She’s asking for him. None of us has a working phone number for him.”
“That’s easy,” Jill said. “I’ll call Blane and pick up the kids. I’ll have Blane check Paddie and we’ll take him to Dr. Bumpy if he seems off. Otherwise, we’ll keep them with us until Julie is better or Colin is home.”
“Perfect,” Art said. “Thank you.”
“Absolutely,” Jill said. “Should I talk to Colin again?”
“I think conversation is more than he can do right now,” Art said.
“I understand,” Jill said. “Don’t worry about a thing. We’ve got this.”
“Thank you,” Art said.
The line went dead. Jill looked at her phone and then tucked it into the back pocket of her jeans. She wondered if she should call Jacob, and then remembered that he was in the middle of what he called Lipson Construction “stuff.” She checked her watch to see when the kids would get out of school. Nodding to herself, she had enough time to finish this class. So, she called and left a message for Blane before she returned to her classroom.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow...
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