“I can tell.” Gabriel probably didn’t do much of anything often, other than ironing his shirts.
Gabriel moved across the floor like some sort of stuck up professional. Anthony would have pictured him as some business executive, but he was a paramedic. Best not to judge people by their looks, then. Gabriel pulled up the only chair in the room, close to the side of the bed, and then sat down. Anthony watched as he shifted uncomfortably in his chair before looking quite like an epiphany had struck him. Then, he presented a phone.
“I have a phone for you,” Gabriel said. “It’s mine, so I’d like it back, but you can call a few people. Do you want me to step outside?”
Anthony shook his head. “Thanks. That’s—you didn’t have to.” He took the phone, anyway.
When he hit the home button, the phone
