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She had some left overs from the last meal that Gibson had made, but she needed a distraction.
Picking up her phone she brought up the GrubHub app.
Before she could scroll through the offerings listed, her phone rang.
The number was familiar and it was in her favorites, popping up on the screen a moment later.
SMOKEY'S BBQ
Frowning a little, she answered the call and lifted up the phone to her ear. "Hello?"
"D-doctor Kay?"
"Chuck? Are you okay?"
"I'm... I'm fine. It's my dad."
"Your dad? What's wrong?"
"He's not feeling well, but he won't listen to me. He's going to keep working tonight and I think he should go to the hospital."
"I agree," she cupped her hand around the phone and listened closely to the call. She could hear someone speaking in the background but she couldn't hear the words exactly. "You should call 911 and have them send EMTS."
"Yeah, I told my dad I was going to do that, but he's so mad at me. I think he'd listen to you if you told him."
"Okay. Okay. Why don't you put him on the phone?"
"Please, Doctor Kay. Please come here. If he knows that I called you he's going to be really angry!"
He was whispering into the phone, his voice harsh and raspy.
He sounded upset and she felt bad for the younger man.
She knew from his dad that they'd had issues in the last few years, but she didn't know if his dad would be angry that Chuck had called her to come visit.
"Chuck? I'm going to come and say I'm just there to order something for dinner. While I'm there I can talk to him and see what's going on. Would that be okay with you?'"
"Yes." She swore she could hear him laughing on the other side of the call. It didn't make much sense, but Charles had said that Chuck sometimes laughed at things he shouldn't. She didn't know if Chuck had been diagnosed with pseudobulbar affect, but it sounded like he might benefit from an evaluation.
But first things first, Kay had to get to Smokey’s and see how she could help Charles.
She hoped it wasn't his heart.
The poor man worked himself to the bone trying to support himself and his son, Chuck. Charles worked more than a normal week.
It had just so happened to be a day when she'd decided to go in and order food face to face, the poor man had collapsed on the floor of the kitchen.
Kay had always been thankful that she'd been there at the right time and helped him. She was used to patients being wheeled in the door.
Finding one prone on the floor wasn't usual for her.
That day she'd been able to save Mister Franklin and earned herself a perpetual discount on her food at Smokey's BBQ.
Kay could only hope that she wasn't going to be needed to save Charles' life again.
SIXTEEN
Kay was confused.
