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brendon picked up the unknown number at the second ring.

"hello?"

"this is put down as the contact number for george ryan ross the third?" a cool voice asked brendon. he didn't reply.

"hello? this is brendon boyd urie, correct?" brendon nodded, quickly realizing she couldn't see him.

"uh, yes," his voice cracked.

"george is in the community hospital in north indianapolis, indiana right now, in critical condition," she informed him with surprisingly little emotion.

"o-okay. got it," brendon's hollow voice came out, "be there in a couple hours."

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