(Eleanor's POV)
The thought was still ringing in my head when my phone vibrated against my palm.
I almost dropped it. My taped wrist was still throbbing, and the hallway lights were too bright. I looked down.
It was an unknown number.
I pressed the answer button without thinking.
“Hello?”
The line crackled. Then a voice came in, rushed and professional.
“Ms. Thornhill? This is the emergency unit at St. Bridget's Hospital. I’m calling regarding Ms. Tiffany Alexander.”
My breath caught in my throat.
Tiffany.
“We have you listed as her emergency contact,” the nurse continued. “Ms. Alexander is awake and stable, and we would like you to come over and sign a few documents”
The world tilted.
“Alright, I'll be there now,” I answered almost desperately. My mind ran with di
