Tyrone studied her, his Adam's apple bobbing.

“Enough of this, Tyrone. Go and see Galilea. She's badly hurt, traumatized by the fire. The doctors say she's not doing well."

Tyrone's fingers loosened his tie, his brows furrowed, eyes lowered, and he fell into deep thought.

“What are you waiting for, Tyrone? You know, she called you before the fire. She relies on you and trusts you. Had you picked up, she might not have been hurt. Can you bear to think of her alone in a hospital bed, fighting for her life?"

"I understand. Help me get Sabrina home." Tyrone finally spoke, and strode out.