Julian lay collapsed on the floor.
Pale, features twisted, drenched in sweat, barely conscious.
"Julian!"
Eleanor rushed to pull him upright. He didn't respond, no matter how many times she called his name.
She called an ambulance immediately rush hour meant at least a thirty-minute wait.
Rather than waste that time, she got him up and moving, out of the office, and ran straight into Cassandra in the hallway.
Cassandra's expression darkened the second she saw Eleanor bracing Julian's weight.
That flicker lasted about a second before she registered something was genuinely wrong.
"What happened to him?"
"His stomach. He's in serious pain."
"How does it just get this bad out of nowhere?!"
Eleanor didn't bother dignifying that with a response.
This was exactly why. He'd eaten Sichu
