Well.

First off: Everyone is fine.

This was my plan for my day off:
[o] Sleep in
[o] Go to the bank
[o] Do laundry
[o] Do some grocery shopping
[o] Hang out with Simon on his last full day in Indiana

This is how my day went:
[o] Slept in until 2
[o] Awoke to find a text message from Ryan, dated an hour earlier, saying he forgot his glasses at home, could I bring them to him?
[o] Started laundry, got in the shower.
[o] Got out of the shower just in time to get a phone call from the Human Resources director at Target: Ryan isn't feeling well, can I pick him up?
[o] Hustled Simon out the door so we can fetch Ryan and bring him home so I can continue with the day.
[o] Got to Target, found an ambulance and firetruck outside.
[o] Walked in and saw Ryan sitting on a stretcher, surrounded by firemen. A manager tells me to not panic, he's fine now. He later tells me that he asked her to tell me that right off the bat.
[o] Talked to Ryan a bit before they loaded him into the ambulance. Told he had one of his "heart episodes," which he's had about a dozen times over his life. While running the register, he bent to pick up a fallen item, stood a little too fast, and his heart started going like a jack rabbit. While in the past these episodes have only lasted about five minutes at most, this one lasted 45 minutes. After asking his HR manager to call me to pick him up, he had asked for an aspirin and a drink, and finally relented to having the paramedics called while I was on the way to get him.
[o] Simon and I drove to the hospital, less than 5 minutes away, and waited for Ryan's ambulance to arrive. We only waited for about 20 minutes, but it felt like forever.
[o] The three of us spent about 3 hours in a hospital room, waiting for blood test and x-ray results and what not, watching Ryan get blood drawn and stuffed with plenty of hydration.
[o] The final diagnosis is Supraventricular Tachycardia. Ryan was given a few potassium supplements as he was a bit low, told to make a follow-up appointment sometime in the next two weeks, given many pages to read over and sign, and sent on his way.
[o] Simon and I took Ryan him home, where he proceeded to nap for about an hour before settling down on couch for the rest of the evening, relaxing and slowly recovering from the stress of the day.

Fortunately, he already had tomorrow off, so he'll have plenty of time to fully recuperate. Even so, when I called the HR manager to let her know how Ryan was (she gave me her card as I was leaving and asked me to call. I love that he works with actual humans!), she said that he should feel free to call out on Wednesday if he doesn't feel up to it. I don't have work until 5:30 tomorrow night, so I have most of the day to take care of him and catch up on today's missed chores.

As I began this post with, Ryan is fine. This diagnosis is a benign one, meaning he doesn't require any medication, surgery, or other procedures, and it has no lasting effects, so all he has to get over is the stress of one day's episode and the consequences thereof. Tomorrow is going to be as stress-free as possible, and we'll go from there.

Just wanted to keep everyone updated. Everything is peachy keen now. Love to you all :)