Her harsh breathing filled the room. Another tear escapes down her cheek. Get it together, Belly. Conrad needs you. Jere needs you. Belly reaches over to her left, feeling around for the switch on her lamp.
THUD. The sound of the lamp falling reverberates through the house.
Heavy, fast footsteps plodded down the hallway. "Belly," Laurel whispers, peeking around the doorway. "Is everything alright?"
The only response was Belly's harsh breathing, gasping in the darkness. Laurel quickly flips on the light, illuminating the bedroom. "Belly, what's going on?"
Belly looks up at her mom, tears running freely down her face. "Jer…" she whispered. "Conrad said that Jeremiah's hurt." Laurel wraps her arms around her daughter, concern painted across her face.
"Mom? Belly?" Stephen's voice calls, his head appearing in the doorway. Rubbing his eyes, he lets out a big yawn. "What's going on?"
Taking a deep breath, Belly relays her conversation with Conrad, glancing down at her phone to see a text that the boys were at Boston Medical. Stephen's eyes go wide as Laurel gently rubs her arm.
"Go get changed, and pack a bag," Laurel urges her two children. "We're leaving in fifteen minutes."