"I think—" she cuts herself off mid-sentence, and then there's a sharp, unrestrained grunt on the other end of the line, loud enough to make my stomach drop.
"Elyn? What happened?" I ask, my voice jumping to a pitch I don't recognize. Too quick, too frantic.
The call stays connected. I can hear faint movement, a scrape, her breathing, but she doesn't answer.
What the fuck just happened?
I push up from my chair so abruptly it skids back, the phone still pressed to my ear. With my free hand, I reach across the desk for my other phone and dial Jean without even checking the screen.
"Go to Elyn's room. Now. Something happened to her," I say in one breath, very quickly. I don't slow down long enough to wonder if it even makes sense. Jean doesn't ask for clarification. Then the line goes dead.
I bring the other phone back to my ear. "Elyn," I call again, sharper this time. "Are you still there? Are you okay?"
