Haze
haze
1. A slight obscuration of the lower atmosphere, typically caused by fine suspended particles
2. A state of mental obscurity or confusion
Fuck, it's happening again. I focus on Ellis' blurry shape, and reach out, hand grasping at the back of his sweaty t-shirt. "Sport, we're gonna have to stop a sec,"
Ellis Turns around and his eyes widen when they fall on my pale face. "Nick, you sure aren't lookin' too good," He comments. Christ, he's a clever one.
"I'm not feeling too good, El," I sigh. "I nee-" I stop talking as I feel acid-like sick rise in my throat. I tun away from Ellis and lean my hand against the wall, bowing my head and emptying the contents of my already stomach onto the ground.
I feel a large hand on my back, rubbing soothingly. "Jus' get it all up." he whispers. I glance up at him I can see the worry in his face. The kid might not be clever, but he isn't stupid. He's seen this before; it happened to Coach, it happened to Rochelle and now it's happening to me. In a week, maybe less, he'll have to bury a bullet in my skull and he';; be all on his own. I don't want to leave him. I don't want to go. I don't want to die.
"C'mon," Ellis says after I wipe my mouth with the sleeve of y jacket and stumble forwards a few steps. "Let's get you to that safe room round the corner and get some food in ya'," he says, draping my arm over his broad shoulders and taking some of my weight. Christ, what would I do without this kid?