There have only been a few moments I’ve feared for my life or someone else’s. And riding in that ambulance with Clay has made the top three. I’m unsure if it gets to kick my experience of getting mugged on the subway from the number one spot. But it is certainly in contention against the time my brother fell off the roof our first winter in Jersey and had to go to the hospital with a broken leg. I say he fell, but the idiot jumped, thinking there was enough snow piled up to cushion his fall.
But whatever is wrong with Clay, it’s not his own doing. I answered the EMTs’ questions the best I could as they checked his vitals and got him onto a gurney. I told them he had seemed perfectly fine till he suddenly wasn’t. That we’d been at a bar where we each had four shots of tequila and shared chicken nachos and that earlier he’d had sushi.
I didn’t go into details about the sushi since I wasn’t there, and he only told me he had sushi. I did mention he took a table to the nuts and gut when o
