Sebastian looked at all the advice and rolled his eyes. Sod that, he’d just wait for Mika to arrive.
Vision blurring. Perhaps the aspirin wasn’t such a bad idea after all.
[text] If you’re going to be stubborn as usual, you can take the aspirin after about 5 mins.
Sebastian was already getting attention from several EMTs when Mika arrived. He was pushed on a gurney towards and ambulance, an oxygen mask over his face.
He smiled at her.
"Come on. We’ll go for a ride."
Anybody who tries to stop me drinking is my enemy, Hooper.
Then it’s also perfectly acceptable that the woman can be the ones knocking them up too. Just sayin. =PI FULLY SUPPORT THIS.
Me too ;)
Sebastian received the message as soon as it was sent and sat up, quickly waking up.
This was bad. This was not great. What was he suppose to do? Sebastian rushed a cab to the man’s home, and googled how to assist a person having a heart attack during the ride there.
Sebastian groaned at the sight of his younger counterpart. First one, honestly?
"You," he groaned.
"Ah, so that’s what i-it is." Richard rolled his eyes.
"I’m… not quite sure what y-you mean by either of those statements." Richard chuckled, "Besides, I was ‘lower-class Irish y-youth’, when I was younger…"
"Yeah. But you’re not anymore. I’m talking the ‘lad’ types, anyway. You’re not one of those."
My aunt said I look like Bones. I made a Bones-style face and took a pic. Idk?
Sebastian looked to his liquor cabinet, ache rippling through his chest. Ominous, it felt ominous.
Susan was right.
He’d had worse pain, hundreds of times. But none of it had this same sense of doom.
Sebastian could feel his chest thud with each quavering heartbeat as the crown of capillaries around his heart struggled to get blood flowing through passages that had become too narrow.
Jim was right. The sod.
He tugged that mobile, that brick of a pocket computer, and typed out a message to the first contact he could find.
Heart attack. Send help SM
no ambulances SM