|Ben Sorenson (agoodman) wrote in repose,|
@ 2016-06-05 08:27:00
|Entry tags:||*narrative, ben sorenson|
What: Getting a bad phone call from his Mom
Where: His house
Warnings/Rating: Bad news delivered via phone.
Ben was just bringing the dogs in from their afternoon walk, leashes still in hand when his cell phone buzzed in his pocket. He expected it to be Ronan, grinned as he fished it out, but the grin fell when he noticed the number.
Britain. There could only be a few people calling him from there that had this number - and none of it boded well.
"Ben, honey?" His mom. Tearful. Ice settled into his gut.
"What's wrong?" The dogs, sensing that something was off, crowded around his legs.
"I'm so sorry honey. Your dad - he - he had a heart attack last night. He's in the hospital but the doctor's aren't sure -"
Alive, but in the hospital, and the rest of the conversation happened with a buzz in his ears. He had to get there, wanted to make it in time before - before - before.
As soon as she hung up, he was clipping the leashes off the dogs, looking up flight tickets on his phone and as soon as he had one booked, called Ronan.
He couldn't - he tried again. Again. Finally left a message as he threw some things into a bag and left their house to head for the Capitol and back to London.