The doctor stepped into the hallway to consult with the technicians, leaving a suffocating silence in the living room. Jason didn't speak; he simply paced, his eyes occasionally darting to the shattered remains of his phone on the hearth.
The sharp ring of the penthouse doorbell broke the tension.
Jason frowned, checking his watch before heading to the foyer. I heard the heavy thud of the door opening and then the familiar, steady cadence of Liam’s voice.
"I saw the mobile medical unit downstairs," Liam said, his voice trailing in as they walked toward the living room. He sounded calm, professional, but there was an edge to his tone that hadn't been there at brunch. "The paramedics said they were coming up here. Is everything alright?"
"A bit of a disaster, actually," Jason sighed, rub
