Chapter 25

“Quinn?!” Rhys’s faint voice shouts from where he dropped his phone in panic. “Quinn?! Talk to me!”

“That’s it, Skylar, that’s right get it out.” He rubs soothing circles into Skylar’s back as the young man starts dry heaving. His body is nearly limp, only supported by the bed and Quinn’s steady arm on his shoulder keeping him in place.

Quinn stretches out his hand and picks up his phone, smearing the screen with bile and vomit. “He’s vomiting on his own.”

Quinn hears Rhys’s relieved exhale. “Oh, thank God.”

“So that’s a good thing?” Quinn asks, worry still a mass in his stomach.

“It’s not great but it’s better,” Rhys reassures. “Did you call—”

“Yes, an ambulance is on its way,” Quinn says just as the distant sound of sirens filter into the room.

“Do you want me to stay on the line with you?”

Quinn takes deep breath and releases it in a shaky exhale. “No, no I can hear the sirens. Thank you, Rhys. I’ll just see you when we get there.”