Me:I didn’t even know he was in Mexico City. He was supposed to be in Prague.
Ren:Mexico City? What was he doing there?
Me:I don’t know.
I pulled up Hendrix’s schedule to verify my understanding, wondering why Tristan and Ren were the only ones responding to me. Where the hell was everyone?
Me:He’s supposed to be in the middle of a three-day break.
Ren:I’m reading an article that says that an early slot opened for them at the last minute. Apparently they’d been playing a killer set until he collapsed.
Tristan:Looks like he was playing for the biggest crowd he’s ever played for.
Tristan:A bunch of the guys went out to Lupe to install the bunk beds and have dinner there, so they might not know yet.
That explained it. When we went out to Lupe, we tried to be as present as possible, which meant silencing our phones. After another moment, it dawned on me that tonight was the night Major was going to ask Leo if he wanted to move into his spare room.
Fuck. I’d wanted to go help out but had needed to be on the call that I’d abandoned. As I began to panic, Ozzie responded to the group message.
Ozzie:Hendrix is at my house. He somehow got himself onto a plane and flew to San Antonio, and the airline concierge helped him hire a driver to get here.
Thank God. But… I lived in San Antonio. Why the hell hadn’t he called me instead?
Me:Thank God.How is he?
Ozzie:He looks awful. He was basically passed out on the table, waiting in the dark for me to come home.
Ozzie:Walker almost beat the shit out of him until we realized who it was.
Me:I’m heading over now.
Ozzie:Man, he’s out. Rest up tonight and stop by tomorrow.
Me:I just need to put eyes on him. Won’t stay long.
Ozzie:Alrighta. Come on over.
Me:Hopefully we won’t have to tie him down to keep him from heading back out on the road as soon as he can stand up.
Ozzie:He did say he was willing to go back to the Paige’s cabin.
Me:Good.
I’d tipped my hand more than I normally would, but it couldn’t be helped. I’d been sitting by for too long as Hendrix ground himself to a fine pulp. I knew Ozzie would take excellent care of him, but I couldn’t watch from the sidelines for a second longer.
Normally, when I went to Seguin, I’d head straight to Major’s house, but I assumed Leo would be taking the guest room until we got the spare fixed up. So, I carefully packed for the trip and called my mother.
“Sawyer? How’d you know I’d gotten the results back already?”
“Oh, I didn’t—what’d they say?”
Please be good news. Please be good news.
“I still have to go to the cardiologist so they can tell me the same thing I read online, but the notation called my palpitations unremarkable. Can you believe that?”
“Unremarkable?” I brought my hand to my chest in relief. “It’s like they don’t know you at all.”
Her gentle laugh was music to my ears. “Right? That’s downright rude, if you ask me.”
