Sam’s phone vibrated on the tabletop of the empty cubicle next to him. Nobody ever called him except Adeline. Something had to be wrong. Sam reached around the corner and grabbed the phone. It was his mother. He was thankful the phone was voice activated. All his mother had to do was tell it to call Sam and it autodialed his number. He picked up and tried to speak in a low voice even though his anxiety level had just gone through the roof. “Mom, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”
“I don’t think so, honey. I got out of bed to use the bathroom, and the entire room began to spin. I fell to the floor, and I think I’m too weak to stand up.”
“Stay put, Mom. Don’t even try to stand. I’ll be home in fifteen minutes. You aren’t short of breath or feeling chest pains, are you?”
“No, but everything is blurry and spinning.”
Sam grabbed his coat and deleted the sites he had visited. He powered down the computer and rushed out the door. “I’m leaving now, Mom. Just don’t move.”
Inside the van, Sam checked his side mirrors and squealed out of the parking space. He’d get home, help his mom back into bed, and give her a transfusion. Both girls were going to give another donation that day, whether they liked it or not.