On the other end of the line, a dispatcher picked up. "Emergency services, what's your location?"
Nathan's throat tightened. His mouth felt dry, but he forced himself to speak. "M-My dad, he's... I don't know what's happening. His eyes... they're all white, and he's not moving."
The dispatcher's voice remained calm. "Are you or anyone else in immediate danger?"
Nathan hesitated, glancing at Richard. His father hadn't moved since sitting down, but something in the air was wrong—dangerous. The murmuring had stopped, and the room felt suffocatingly still. Richard's head was slightly bowed, his eyes staring straight ahead, glowing white orbs that seemed to see nothing and everything at the same time.
"I—I don't know," Nathan stammered. "He's just sitting there, but something's wrong with him. I don't know what to do."
