[hr][hr][center][h1][color=00ccff][b][i]Cecily Ashworth[/i][/b][/color][/h1][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/rdo2m1mep/tumblr_oxf6ecb7_Yi1wtw0p9o2_540.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=00ccff]Location:[/color][/b]  Laredo Colombia Solidarity Port of Entry
[b][color=00ccff]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[/center][hr]	Cecily nodded, taking a step backwards. She pulled the phone back slightly with her, that way if Nat got better she could talk to him still - though it wasn't looking good - but also so she could explain to the man what was happening. He deserved that much. [color=00ccff]"I'm..."[/color] Cecily hesitated. A friend of Natasha's? Was she a friend? She was beginning to think that maybe, but now.... [color=00ccff]"A co-worker of Natasha's...Her patient, actually. She collapsed but the EMT's are with her,"[/color] she explained. 

	She didn't want to go into a lot of detail as to what exactly was going on - she figured that would scare him. Telling him that Natasha collapsed and was suffering from internal bleeding? That she was giving deathbed confessions? Cecily bit her lip, but she knew that he deserved to know. [color=00ccff]"It looks like internal bleeding - it started as a cough,"[/color] she added. Maybe her fiancé had seen something like this happen before and there'd be a simple fix....but she doubted it. They weren't going to be that lucky.