"Rum... rum..." I murmur.
A woman looks in my direction and motions to my friend "Get him, the fuck, out of here."
We'd been there for hours, it was a fair request. My brain was fighting hard to escape my skull, I had no idea what was going on, the pain is blinding. Alex takes my hand, her touch is gentle and her skin is soft. I'm immediately comforted as she leads me to the door.
It's hot outside, I feel like I'm suffocating. The air is thick and my feet do not want to carry me. I lean forward and try to move with her. I'm traveling in slow motion toward a vehicle that is miles away, I barely know someone is with me.
"Rum... rum..." I murmur.
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