Jeremy stood up, but it looked like it took him a lot of effort. He stood unevenly, and hardly looked like he could stay upright. He started walking around the living room. Mike could see that Jeremy was trying his best to walk steadily, but he looked as if he were trying to maintain balance on a wobbling floor.
Mike could only watch in complete helplessness. If Jeremy fell unconscious before the paramedics got here, he didn't know what he would do. Would there even be anything that he could do? His heartbeat was beating rough and fast. He vaguely wondered if his blood pressure medicine would be enough to keep him alive through this situation, and the thought was enough to steal the wight from his head.
He didn't have have time to process these thoughts too much, because when Jeremy walked by him, he didn't make it by him. His feet gave out, and he leaned into Mike.
"I… can't see very well…" He tried to look up at Mike, but his eyes looked unfocused.
Mike's heart screeched to a stop, and his lungs seemed to disappear. His stomach flipped, and his skin froze over with goosebumps. He couldn't even blink. The sound of knocking on the shattered his mind, and he looked up at it.
"We're the paramedics," a voice called. " We had a call about an emergency."
"It's unlocked," Jeremy said just loudly enough for the people to hear.
The door opened, and two men came in with a stretcher. Mike's mind slipped back into working condition.
"Can you help him?" He blurted panickly, "He took a bottle of pills- I can't keep him awake-"
The first paramedic took Jeremy, and started securing him to the stretcher, while the other one attempted to reassure Mike. When Jeremy was secured to the stretcher, a parametic told him that he couldn't ride in the ambulance because he might get in the way of any procedures that they might have to go through. He told Mike to meet them at the hospital, instead.
The whole encounter had happened in such a quick, vague manor, that he wondered if he was dreaming, or hallucinating the whole thing. Despite this thought, he still took off for the car. The Paramedics took the elevator, and Mike took the stars. He made it to the lobby, and even to his vehicall before the medics, and it made him even more apprehensive.
By the time he had connected his seatbelt, and turned the key into the ignition, he was hit by a wall of emotions. The second it hit him, his vision swam. He felt his body reactivate; air sharply flooded his lungs, and blood overflowed his chest. All of this was overwhelming, and there was so much, that some of it seemed to spill out of his eyes. He leaned his head on the steering wheel. This just couldn't be happening, he thought as he fought to push air out of his lungs. It just couldn't.
But is was.
Air was entering and exiting him in sharp, penetrative breaths, each one giving him too much, yet too little air. He couldn't tell if he was suffocating, or choking. Looking up from the wheel, he saw the ambulance pull out.