Chapter 12
Marc fought his way awake and reached out to silence the ringing cell phone. Again? Two emergency calls in one night was going above and beyond. He cleared his throat before wearily answering, “Dr. Elias.”
A desperate, panicked voice cried, “Marc, something’s wrong with Gideon. I think he’s having some kind of seizure. I don’t know what to do!”
Owen.
Marc grabbed for his clothes—again—and started firing questions. “What are his symptoms?”
“Um, his paws are moving crazy—jerking, and he’s foaming at the mouth.”
Shit. Poison. “How long?”
“I don’t know. I woke up and found him like this next to me on the bed. His breathing is so harsh—Marc, I’m scared.”
“Do you know what he could have gotten into? Any kind of insecticide or rat poison?”
“No, I mean, I don’t think so. I don’
