Page 81 of Mid-Thirties Slightly Hot Mess Female Seeking Billionaire

She lets out a deep sigh. "Follow me."

I push Sarah in the wheelchair behind her, and then we enter a room.

"I'll be right back." The nurse says.

Sarah looks at me and shakes her head. "You didn't have to pull strings to get me taken care of right away. I know this is an emergency room. I know they most probably have more important cases that they have to deal with, and-"

"This is one of the perks of being rich,” I say. "You get taken care of faster."

"But that's not fair." She says. "It's-"

"I know it's not fair, it fucking sucks and I feel bad about it, but we don't know how badly you hit your head, Sarah. I'm not going to sit there waiting with everyone else when I know I can get you to the front of the line." I take a deep breath. "I'm worried, okay? I just need to make sure you're okay."

She stares at me for a couple of seconds and nods. My phone starts ringing and I look at it. It's my mom. I try not to roll my eyes as I put it back in my pocket.

"You can answer that." She says.

"No, I need to watch over for you. I need to-"

"Please, take the call." She shakes her head. "I'm sure a doctor will be in here soon."

"Okay, I'll be right back."

I step out of the room and call my mom back.

"Hey, mom, what's going on?" I ask her. I know my voice is gruff, but I can't help it. If she's asking me for more money or to go on some sort of trip, I will lose it.

"Hey, Ethan, I'm so sorry to disturb you." She stops, and I pause, because my mom has never been sorry about anything.

"What's going on, mom? Is everything okay? Are you okay?"

For a few minutes, I worry that she's going to tell me that she has cancer or something. I lean against the wall. This is the last thing that I need. I can feel my heart trembling slightly as I wait for her to answer.

"Your dad hasn't been home in three days." Her voice is nervous. "I'm worried about him. I've been calling and calling, and now it's just going to voicemail."

"What do you mean he hasn't been home in three days? Do you know where he was going? Do you-"

"I don't know. I'm so sorry to disturb you, Ethan. I know that you're busy, I know that you've got other things to worry about, but I'm nervous. He's never not called before."

"Have you tried to figure out where he could be located? Have you tracked his GPS?"

"What are you talking about?"

Like on his phone, have you done Find My Phone? I know you have iPhones, I got them for you."

"I don't even know what that is, Ethan."

I can tell that she's emotionally spent.

"Okay, let me see what's going on." I say. "I'll call you back."

"Okay. Is everything okay with you?"

"I'm fine."

"Where are you? There's a lot of noise in the background."

"I'm at the emergency room."

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