Jack couldn't think straight; it had been hours since Noland had been like this. He reached for his phone, fumbling to call Lacey. Laceys phone rang, and she answered as quickly as she could. "Jack? Have you found Noland?"
Jack, breathing heavily, struggled to convey the severity of the situation. "I found him, but it's not looking too good, Lacey."
"You found him, but what?" Lacey repeated, attempting to walk to the storage room to get a better signal.
Jack let out a frustrated sigh. "It doesn't look good, Lacey," he said, his voice strained with worry.
Lacey felt tears welling up, struggling to choke back the emotions threatening to erupt. "Talk to me, Jack. What's the situation?" she said, her voice a mix of concern and determination.
Jack could only offer conjecture. "It looks lik
