"Who are you calling now? Get the hell over here and help." Dusters hollers at Jake.
Upon entering Buzzy's house, the two were met by a barely conscious and feverish Lanie Rose, collapsed on the floor holding a frying pan. Jake had immediately dialed 9-11 while Dusters struggled to provide some emergency assistance to her.
"Something's coming out of her mouth." Dusters says as he lays her flat on her back, against the cold hardwood. "Jesus Jaket she's puking. Get me a towel or something."
Nodding, Jake Tornbright runs down the hall and through Buzzy's bedroom, stopping for a moment to examine the messy state of his bed, in an otherwise impeccable room.
"Ah, so that's what this is about." He says under his breath, then turns and enters the bathroom to find that towel.
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