"Liz, I need you," Tasha said without preamble. There was no time for niceties. "It's Peter. He's had a seizure, and he's... it doesn't look good. The ambulance is on its way, but we need you." She gripped the phone tightly in her hand slick with sweat, so tight it almost slipped from her grip.
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Date: 2008-11-30 09:34 am (UTC)From: