They couldn't sleep in that morning either; it was Floyd Wilkinson's roommate calling.

"Joan was taken to the emergency room last night! She's been there for an entire day and night. Where the hell are you?"

Floyd finally remembered I existed and paused, confused. "I saw her fall to the ground yesterday, but she wasn't hurt. What could she be doing in the emergency room? Is this her way of trying to get my sympathy?"

"Stop acting crazy and get to the hospital now. Her parents are here too! This situation isn't going to end well." The roommate's voice suddenly grew weak before the call was abruptly cut off.

He...