Thomas half-stumbled around his bedroom to find trousers and some shoes. He kept ventolin in his bathroom cabinet, though it might be expired by now. It was probably better than nothing, right? He rushed to grab that as well. "Okay, I'm going to come get you. Don't get in any cars until I get there. Can you tell me where you are, Little?"
Frantically, he tried to remember if Lena had taken his car to work tonight. If so, he was going to have to take a taxi to get his sister.