Page 107 of The Game

Fabian runs a hand over his mouth. “Wow. No shit.”

“The strange part is you can only really administer insulin by injection.”

We all stare down at where Adam is lying in the bed. “Injection?” I say.

“We found him in his apartment on the couch, so, if it’s that, it’s a bit of a mystery how such a large quantity got into his bloodstream,” Kate says.

“Maybe someone broke in and …” Janus starts.

“There were no signs of a tussle,” Fabian says, shaking his head. “He was just lying there.”

“How rapidly does it come on if you’re injected?”

“It depends on the type of insulin. Some are fast-acting and work within fifteen minutes; others take longer.”

“So, he would have had at least a quarter of an hour: Plenty of time to send a text,” Fabian says. “What happened to his phone?”

Kate delves under her scrubs and produces a phone from somewhere.

“It was in his hand when we found him. I just put it in my pocket.”

Fabian plays with the screen for a second and then groans and hands it to Janus.

“It’s in a WhatsApp to you, buddy,” he says to Fabian.

When I peer over his shoulder, there’s an unsent message to Fabian on Adam’s phone:

Food poisoning.

“So, he was on his own, feeling ill,” I say.

“He ate something. There were dirty dishes in the sink,” Janus adds.

“Delivery driver?”

“Could be.”

“He’ll have a camera on the apartment, we could look at the footage.”

“Good idea,” Fabian says, turning back to Kate. “So, what do we do now?”

“We wait,” she says, and he lets out a long groan.

“My favorite activity.”

She gives him a small smile. “His capillary blood glucose was low when he came in so we gave him a dextrose bolus and an infusion, and we’re going to keep doing that and monitor his blood sugar. We don’t know for sure it’s insulin yet—I’m still waiting on some of the other tests coming back.”

“What for?”

“To definitively rule out things like meningitis and other poisons,” Kate’s eyes narrow. “But we’d expect to see other symptoms if any of these were the case. The fact he thought this was food poisoning is interesting. Let me go and talk to the team.”

Fabian follows her across the room. “What can I do?”

She looks back at him. “Do something about the person that did this to him.”

“Yeah. Yeah, okay. Better than sitting here brooding.” He holds up his hand and turns toward me. “Actually, Anna, we’ve got stuff to discuss.”

A shard of ice rips through me.

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