[text] Hey. You left a note. I've been up for about half an hour here and you're still not around. Everything going okay?
You know you didn't have to stay, right?
[sent fifteen minutes later] Where are you?
[another thirty minutes later - a phonecall - left to her voicemail] It sounds like he's pacing in the background. His voice instantly pipes in the second he gets a chance, tired but full of worry.
"I'm not worried about you coming back here, because I know you have other things you've gotta do, but you left a note and it's not like you to just -"
A muffled thud hits the speaker as the phone is dropped to the ground. Seconds later, the sound of Sam retching twists it's way into the background before the phone cuts off.
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[another call - six minutes later] Water is running. That's a definite thing. Sam sounds a little worse off than he did before, his worry doubled, along with that obvious sense of exhaustion.
"Dammit, Ruby. This isn't like you. Pick up the damn phone. Or...listen, just call me back, all right? I'm wor - just call me back."