Page 18 of Hypothetical Heart
When Logan approaches, I grab his bicep to steady me.
“Something wrong?” he asks, setting down the cups so he can empty a flask into them. I blink hard, and his arm wraps around me to keep me from swaying.
“I don’t know if I want to be here,” I reply, feeling like I’m in a complete daze.
The lights are bright and sporadically moving across the walls, and the music is loud, which makes it so people also have to talk loud.
Everything is happening quickly, and I can feel myself sinking further into the chair I’m sitting in.
“Do you want to leave?” His question catches everyone’s attention, and suddenly, I have five pairs of eyes on me, all silently asking If I’m okay.
“I—” It takes me a moment to gather my thoughts. “I don’t know.” I can’t focus on anything.
Someone puts a hand on my shoulder, and I flinch away from it, only wanting to be closer to Logan’s chest. The feeling of him near is the only thing keeping my knees from buckling beneath me, and I think he knows it too, considering he’s supporting a majority of my weight.
I feelmy hands begin to sweat, and my heart starts to race.
“Winnie.” I can tell my hearing is starting to go when I have to look up to tell who's talking to me.
I close my eyes, taking a deep breath to collect myself and keep my body from floating away from me.
“C-can I have some water?” I ask.
“Go get her water,” Logan says. “GO!”
“Calm—” I go to saycalm down, but my tongue goes heavy as my body goes limp.
And then everything goes black.
“Fuck, fuck, FUCK,” I hear myself yell as I catch Winnie’s deadweight body, keeping her head from hitting the table in front of her.
“What the hell happened?” Genevieve asks, coming back with a cup of water.
“Get her dad on the phonenow.” I take my phone from my back pocket, throwing it at her. “My password is twelve-fourteen.”Winnie’s birthday.
She takes my phone, walking away from the table, holding it to her ear as she makes the call.
I have one hand on each side of Winnie’s face, anxiously waiting for her to come to.
“Come on, Win,” I sigh, tapping my hand lightly on her cheek. “Come on.” The longer she’s unconscious, the longer I feel like I’m drowning, being dragged deeper and deeper underwater.
When she finally gasps in my hands, her eyes opening the slightest bit, I let out the biggest sigh imaginable.
“What the—” She tries to sit up, but I move my hands toher arms, stopping her.
Her face shows exactly how disoriented she feels. Her brows knit together, and her eyes flutter.
“Stay still,” I tell her. “You’re okay. Gen’s on the phone with your dad just to make sure you’re alright. Just stay still for a minute.”
“Logan.” Her hands cup around mine, a mixture of relief and vulnerability crossing over her face.
“You’re okay, I promise.” I rest my mouth against her head. “Just relax.”
Relief floods through my entire body as I feel her chest rise and fall against my own, her breaths stabilizing the longer I stay pressed against her. All I want to do is stay near her.
“He said it happens when she gets overwhelmed,” Genevieve tells me, pressing one hand to the speaker of the phone. “And that it shouldn’t be a problem as long as it doesn’t happen again.”
“Well, we’re not staying here to find out,” I mutter, reaching down to wrap my arms under Winnie’s legs, picking her up and carrying her out of the club.
