“No idea! He’s in a deep coma right now. In the ambulance, the doctor said he was just suffering from exhaustion, that’s all. But he was rushed into the ER as soon as we arrived at the hospital. It had been hours, and still no word!”
Sophia was a bundle of nerves, her mind a whirlwind of worry. She could not even be bothered about whose responsibility it was; all she wished for was her son’s safety!
Leah furrowed her brow, glancing up at the red light, her gut telling her something was definitely off with the medication they had given him.
"Sophia," Leah said, trying to sound reassuring, "I know a guy from my college days, a hotshot doctor. Let me give him a shout, and maybe he can figure out what's going on."
"Can he really help? Then please, Leah, hurry!" Sophia urged, her voice laced with desperation.
"Don't worry, I'm on it."
Leah stepped away, phone in hand, seeking solitude in a quiet corner of the bustling hospital. She dialed Newell Milburn, her contact for all things medically dubious.
After a few rings, Newell answered with an irritable tone. "What now, Leah? I gave you the pills and made it clear about cutting ties. This could blow back on me!"
"Cut the crap, Newell!" Leah snapped back. "That pill you gave me, why did it knock him out cold so fast? You said it would take months for any serious symptoms to show up, and without the antidote, it would be nothing more than a brief blackout."
There was a pause on the other end before Newell replied, "So he's out cold now, huh?"

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