“What... what place? Landon’s going to the crematorium?”
Arrow just stared at him, saying nothing.
Forget it. Not worth the effort.
Honestly, Landon might as well go cremate himself now.
While Zinnia’s heart hasn’t yet turned as hard as a ten-year veteran chopping fish at Big-Gain Mart, maybe she’d at least bother to collect his ashes.
That thought barely crossed Arrow’s mind when a loud thud came from ahead.
“Landon!!”
Connor cried out, and the three of them rushed forward.
Landon was kneeling on one knee at the bar’s entrance, a streak of blood smeared at the corner of his mouth.
“Damn, Landon’s puking blood!”
Arrow’s shout rang out just as Landon’s vision began to blur.
Before everything faded to black, he could vaguely hear Connor:
“Hurry—call Zinnia! Tell her Landon drank himself sick and started bleeding!”
Veridian University Hospital.
Zoey was on the night shift. The moment she saw the three men rush into the ER, she frowned.
Her expression darkened even more when she noticed Connor and Arrow half-carrying Landon between them.
“What happened to him?”
“He drank so much he started vomiting blood,” Chandler answered, tone carefully ingratiating as he hovered beside Zoey.
“Babe, can you have someone take a look at him? And maybe…”
Chandler squeezed Zoey’s shoulder, trying to curry favor. “Maybe give Zinnia a call, let her know?”
Zoey, unimpressed, brushed Chandler’s hand off her shoulder.
“Why tell Zinnia? She’s not a gastroenterologist.”


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