You were sitting on the couch, half-asleep, when your phone buzzed.

The screen lit up with a name you didn’t expect to see: Fiona Gallagher.

Your heart jumped.

You didn’t even think—your body just reacted.

You snatched the phone up.

“Fiona?” you said, voice cracking from surprise and something else you couldn’t name.

There was a pause on the other end. Then her voice came through, low and shaky.

“Hey,” she whispered.

“Fiona, what happened?” you asked immediately, already standing up. “Where are you?”

“I’m at the hospital,” she said, like it was the most normal thing in the world. “I… I messed up.”

Your stomach dropped.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt? What happened?”

Fiona let out a breath that sounded like she was trying not to cry. “I’m fine. It’s just… I fell. I’m stupid.”

You didn’t know what to say. You didn’t know how to talk to Fiona when she sounded like that—like she was trying to be tough but failing.

You heard her swallow.

“Please come,” she said quietly. “Please.”