Evangeline smiled to herself as she overheard Eric's half of that conversation. She thought to herself how funny it was that mothers sometimes made entire one-sided conversations, not  considering that their kids might have something to say. At this thought, she sighed thinking about her own mother. It had been over ten years since she had lost her, but there wasn't a day since when she didn't miss her.<br/><br/>Shaking the feeling away, she paid for her order and thanked the man in front of her one more time. One of her orders was bagged to go, and she sat down to eat the other one. She ate with her face down, paying attention to the act of having breakfast, or her own thoughts.<br/><br/>Her thoughts were interrupted with the ring of her own phone. With a deep sigh, she picked it up. "Evangeline here. Oh, hi. No, eating breakfast. What's up?". She jumped from her table, leaving her tray and bag behind, and went to a quieter part of the restaurant. "Describe the symptoms, please. How high is the fever? Okay. Is he eating or drinking normally? All right. Get him to lie on his side. And make sure he drinks water. I'll be right there."<br/><br/>With another sigh, the girl hung up and made another call. "Dad, hi. Yeah, it's me. Look, something came up. One of the kids is sick, it looks serious. I'll have to go straight there. Sorry, I won't be able to take your breakfast there, I guess. Can you meet me by the hospital? Thanks, Dad, you're the best." As she spoke, the young woman picked her tray up, finishing her coffee with a few sips and letting her food half eaten.<br/><br/>She picked up the coffee and the bag and started moving to the door. Moving out of the way to avoid a running child, she managed to trip and spill the coffee, nearly hitting Eric's shirt in the process, but making a nice job at staining his pants. "Holy sh... I mean, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm<span style="font-style: italic">a million times</span>sorry!"