Dom's diagnosis

"What happened to Dom?" Mila shook Brantley.

"Huh?" Brantley woke up fully. He could see the anxiousness on her face.

"Hmm, call Carl. I left when Dom wasn't out of surgery. Carl stayed back." Brantley said.

Mila jumped down from the bed in search of her phone.

Brantley understood what she was looking for without her having to ask. He got down from bed, took the phone from the night stand___that she'd missed, and handed it to her.

He sat back and watched her dial Carl's number nervously, tugging her hair behind her head repeatedly even when there were no loose strands.

"Hello! How is he?" Mila asked anxiously as soon as Carl picked up.

"He just got out." Carlson's voice echoed over the phone's speaker. His words sounded reserved.

Mila immediately knew that it was not all that good news. The excitement that was about to shoot forward quickly died back down. "But…." She weaved her fingers through her hair as she paced from one end of the room to another. She could only pray that it was