There was a loud thunk on the other side of the door. A moment later, Brian yanked it open. He had a sheet bunched around his naked hips. His entire body was drenched in sweat and his shoulder-length black hair stuck to his damp face and neck.
"This better be important."
"Is that Sed?" Myrna appeared behind Brian, cinching a bathrobe around her waist.
"And Jessica," Brian grumbled.
While Brian scowled at this discovery, Myrna grinned. "You two should consider getting your own room. We're using every square inch of ours."
Sed didn't know how to break the news other than just blurting it. "It's Trey. He had a seizure and he's in the ICU at the hospital. He keeps asking for you, Brian, so Eric sent me to find you."
"Trey?" Brian said, dumbstruck.
Myrna's knowing grin faded. "It's his head injury, isn't it?"
"Yeah, he has a subdur- hema…um…"
"A subdural hematoma?" Myrna winced. "Are they draining it?"
"Yeah, I guess," Sed said. "I don't really know."
