Blanche's POV
Quinton lingered by the staircase, clutching his laptop bag, helpless as he watched Vincent scoop me up and whisk me away.
Quinton's face tightened, and he swallowed hard, as if holding back words he'd been about to say when he saw my flushed, mortified face.
Vincent bounded down the stairs and ran straight into Amber, who'd just walked through the front door.
Even with me cradled in his arms, Vincent managed a quick, "Hey, Amber."
Amber froze when she spotted Vincent, but recovered fast. The second she noticed how out of it I looked in Vincent's arms, she burst out, "Blanche, what happened?"
Vincent didn't slow his stride toward the exit, tossing back, "She's running a high fever. Getting her to the hospital."
Before Amber could even process what was happening, Vincent had already swept me out the door.
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Quinton appeared at the bottom of the stairs just then.
