Chapter 6: Sunstroke-1
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Chapter 6: Sunstroke
What transpired during his spiel was a complete blur for me. Heat rose to my skull and warmed the areas behind my eyes. My hands started to shake, my vision twisted into threads of unrecognizable motion, and the back of my throat became dry. Eventually my legs weakened under my hundred and ninety pounds of muscle and I plummeted to the sand, suffering from a hearty dose of sunstroke.
The fuzzy shadow of Brayden fell to his knees and he leaned over my semi-unconscious body. I mumbled something indecipherable, tried to move but couldn’t, and felt a bolt of migraine-like pain ski across my brow.
“Ian,” he said down at me. “Ian, stay with me, guy.” He used his right hand on my chin and part of my cheeks, shaking my head left and right in minor motion. Thereafter, he gently slapped my left cheek, repeated my name, and said, “You’re passing out, Ian. Try to stay awake. I’ll get you the help you need.”
Blackness came within the next few seconds. My eyes slipped closed, more bolts of killer pain zoomed around my skull, and before I knew it, I was somewhere else, underneath unconsciousness, beyond the beach and no longer at the man’s side. Glittery shards of glass poured over me in that distant world, but they weren’t sharp or threatening. And I heard Brayden’s echoing voice again and again in that dark and dismal tunnel: I’m calling 911. I’m calling 911. I’m calling 911.
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