Ring. Ring. Ring.
"Hello?" Connor said sleepily.
"Connor MacManus?"
"Aye, who's asking?"
"My name is Abby O'Brian. I'm a doctor at Cork County Hospital."
Suddenly Connor was awake. "You're a what?"
"We have you listed as the emergency contact for Annabelle MacManus, she was admitted last night after suffering a heart attack in her home…"
Connor leapt out of his bed and jumped on his brother. "Murphy!" he hissed. "Murph, get up get up get up!"
"Uhhh," Murphy muttered, lazily swatting Connor away.
"Get up, retard, Ma's in the hospital!"
Murphy's eyes snapped open. "What?"
"Mr. MacManus?"
Connor positioned the phone so he and Murphy could hear. "Yes?" they said in unison.
"Your mother is out of critical condition, but she has to stay in the hospital for a few more days, and she's been asking for you and your brother."
Murphy buried his head in his arms. "Asking, right," he muttered. "Like hell if she isn't yelling her head off at every nurse there."
Connor smacked Murphy in the back of the head. "You can tell her we'll be on the next flight," he said into the phone.
"What the fuck is she doing to give herself a fucking heart attack?" Murphy grumbled.
"Terrorizing the neighbors," Connor suggested.
"She's been doing that for years, though."
"Whatever. We'll find a fucking flight in the morning."