The tea lay forgotten as Will went for his shoes and a hoodie. "Is there anyone else who could get there sooner?" he called, jamming his feet into his shoes and tying the laces as quickly as he could. The fucking Sheriff, a-fucking-gain. Why was it always-
He grabbed his phone, wallet and keys and was out the door, jogging down the stairs with the phone off speaker, pressed to his ear. "I'm on my way. How hurt is hurt?"