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Tommy pulled up into the 118’s parking lot feeling unsteady on his feet. In a building tunnelvision of panic, Tommy walked into Evan’s place of work, desperate to hold the shorter man. To beg him. Whatever was necessary.
Hen spotted him first, asking, ‘Hey Tommy, what’re you doing here?’
‘Is Evan around?’ Tommy replied, abjectly failing to keep the woe from his voice. He coughed to cover it.
‘Sorry, no, he came down with something and Bobby sent him home,’ she volunteered. ‘Eddie’s working his shift.’ Hen eyed Tommy placidly. ‘Want some lunch?’
‘Uh, oh, no thanks. Actually, please don’t mention I came by,’ Tommy said hastily, turning on his heel to get out as quickly as possible.