Jim escorted Rachel to the living room sofa, where he tried to get her to sit. But her body was so stiff that it was hard to move. He turned her to face him. "Rachel, what's wrong with you?"
She made more breathy sounds, but none of them sounded like words.
Feeling really worried about this, he decided to call 911 and get her some medical help. As far as he knew, she didn't have any allergies or other medical problems, but he didn't know everything about her. He was hoping he'd learn a little more on their date ... the date that he just missed.
"Wait here," Jim said. "I'm gonna call for help." He left her standing rigidly next to the sofa and then walked into the kitchen and grabbed the phone.
Then he dialed 911.
