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27. Ted jolted upright from his bed

Ted jolted upright from his bed, his heart pounding as if sensing urgency before his mind could catch up. Blinking away the haze of sleep, he reached for his phone. The screen glowed faintly in the dim room—1:00 PM. His breath hitched when he saw the missed call: the clinic.

Without hesitation, he bolted to the next room, his feet moving faster than his thoughts. Russell, ever the late riser, was still cocooned in blankets, lost in the serenity of sleep. The contrast stung—how could the world feel so urgent, yet Russell remain untouched by its weight?

"Russell!" Ted’s voice cracked, carrying both alarm and impatience. "Wake up! Now!"

Russell stirred, groaning groggily, "Ten minutes..."

Ted’s frustration flared, but beneath it was worry, a gnawing fear that kept his tone sharp. "We don’t have ten minutes. Hurry up!"

Russell buried his face in the pillow, muttering, "Five minutes, then."

"No!" Ted snapped, the anxiety spilling over. "Get up. We need to go to the clinic. Now!"

The urgency in Ted’s voice finally broke through. Russell sat up, his disheveled hair and bleary eyes a stark contrast to the adrenaline coursing through Ted. The weight of Ted’s words registered, and Russell swung his legs over the bed, his movements clumsy but swift.

Ted, pacing anxiously, had already summoned an Uber. The app told him it would arrive in ten minutes—a countdown that felt impossibly long. He glanced back at Russell, now scrambling to pull on a sweater, his sluggishness slowly giving way to the reality of the situation.

"Russell," Ted said, his voice softer now but no less urgent, "this could be important. We can’t waste any time."

Russell nodded, his face pale with understanding. As they rushed out the door, Ted couldn’t shake the gnawing feeling in his chest. The clinic’s call wasn’t just an appointment—it was a summons, a sign that their lives were about to shift again. And no matter how much he tried to prepare, the unknown loomed ahead, heavy with possibility and dread.


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