Vivian would have all of their asses if the EMT's, cops, or whoever came into her house, and they weren't on Visigoth's payroll. At the moment, she didn't give a shit about calling the right number, to get the right people over to the mansion, just to make things convenient for her boss. What mattered most was getting Cal the help he so desperately needed at the moment. "Um, well, I'm not sure... I came in, and he was just... fucking sprawled out on the floor." Dom reached over, gripping her shoulder comfortingly, as they watched Cal being lifted onto the gurney. "There were needles in the bathroom, and little bags of stuff, but it wasn't coke." "It's heroin." Dom said in his deep, thick accent. "Yeah... I think he just used too much. I-I... don't think it was intentional." At least, she hoped it hadn't been. Though, given that Shannon had been there just a short time before her, she could only imagine what had happened, or been said between the two brothers. "His name is Callum," The grip Dom held on her shoulder tightened as they prepared to head off in the ambulance, as though he meant to hold her in place. "They won't stabilize? What... why?" No, this couldn't be happening. They were supposed to be able to save his life, to make him right as rain again. There was no other option, they had to save Cal's life.
"Yes, yes... I'm his wife." Her booted foot lifted, and stomped hard on the toe of Dom's shoe, as he opened his mouth to correct her. "If you think I'm letting him out of my sight, you're fucking crazy!" She hissed from the corner of her mouth, moving towards the back of the van, watching as they secured Cal in place for the journey to the hospital. "Yes, I do." Jun joined them in the back of the van, looking to the boys as they appeared to the side of the vehicle. "You find Shannon, and you tell him what he fucking did, you hear me?" They all nodded, stepping back as the doors were closed, and the ambulance pulled away from the side of the curb. The whole ride over, she sat back, watching as one of the EMT's continued to work on Cal, to try and stabilize his vitals. "...he's a really good person.... he just--he has a problem." Her voice was soft as she spoke through another round of tears. "...a really good person." She knew just what they were likely thinking. That he was nothing more than a junkie, and that as soon as they patched him up this time, he would be back on the street, loading himself up with drugs once more. Again they would be called out to deal with his over dose, and again they would waste time on him, while another life was likely being neglected because they had to provide him with care. From the outside looking in, that's what anyone would think. That's what Shannon seemed to think, but she knew better, she knew that there was so much more to him than this. This didn't define him, it was simply one of those character flaws that they all had.
"You're going to be okay." Reaching out her hand, she covered his own, her fingers curling around to the inside of his palm, noting how clammy he felt. When they pulled up to the emergency room entrance, there was already a team waiting for them. Jun hopped out first, standing to the side so that she wouldn't be in the way, and as they rushed him into the hospital, she was fast on their heels. That was before an attendant stopped her from going past a set of doors. "Wow, Ms. you can't go in there with him. I need you to help me fill out his information, alright?"