Patricia hesitated.
“There’s a problem.”
Laura put down her pen.
“What kind of problem?”
Patricia swallowed.
“It’s Carlos.”
Laura immediately stood.
“What happened to him?”
“He collapsed this morning.”
Laura froze.
“Where?”
“While cleaning the west tower.”
For a moment, Laura couldn’t speak.
“Which hospital?”
“Saint Gabriel.”
Twenty minutes later, Laura was walking through the emergency department.
She found Carlos sitting on a hospital bed.
His face was pale.
His uniform was still damp from the rain.
He looked exhausted.
The doctor stood beside him holding the medical chart.
“He’s severely malnourished,” the doctor explained.
Laura frowned.
“Malnourished?”
Carlos lowered his eyes.
The doctor continued.
“And he’s dangerously sleep-deprived.”
Laura looked at Carlos.
“That doesn’t make sense.”
She turned toward the doctor.
“We increased his salary. He has food now.”
The doctor looked at Carlos.
“He has money for food.”
Then he looked back at Laura.
