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through my fingers as Elyas continued to hold my legs, turning me slightly, and leaning my heels on a tree trunk to keep my legs up.
Maybe if I wished he would vanish? Just as a tiny glint of hope emerged that my new wish might come true, Elyas knelt beside me and took hold of my wrist to check my pulse.
“Don’t worry, Emely,” he said with a wink. “It’s not that bad.”
It’s all very well for him, I thought. He wasn’t the one lying in the grass like an idiot.
“It looks like you’ve got a case of heat exhaustion, which can occur if you’re not used to being active in temperatures like this. We need to get some fluids and sugar into you. I’m going to get you a soda, and then you’ll be good as new.”
I turned my head to avoid eye contact with him. The only answer he got was a barely audible “Uh-huh.”
“If I leave you here for a minute, do you promise to stay lying down with your feet up?”
Was he joking? Did he think I was going to run off and squeeze a round of shopping in while he was away? Though I wanted nothing more than to stand up and make a quick getaway for all eternity, I was nowhere near able to do so. So I nodded, continuing to hope my wish for death might still somehow come true.
“Good,” he said. “I’m counting on you to stay put, and I’ll be right back.” With those words he ran off.
Geez! Why couldn’t someone else experience something like this for once? Why on earth did it always have to be me? And why did it always have to be me when he was around? He was going to tease me about it for the rest of my life. That much was sure.
I felt sorry for myself and cursed my fate until Elyas returned with a bottle of Coke, and to my even greater chagrin, sat down next to me. “Do you think you can sit up?”
Easier said than done, jerk.
I pushed myself up on my hands, disgruntled that Elyas was helping me. Once I was finally sitting up, everything spun, and my head felt like it would explode at any minute. Elyas handed me the opened bottle, which I took and started gingerly sipping.
“You’ll be feeling better in no time, you’ll see,” he said.
Although I didn’t put much faith in anything that came out of his mouth, in this case he ended up being right. After I had drunk half the soda, I started feeling better, though still not good. After fifteen more minutes, I thought I could at least stand again.
“What exactly do you think you’re doing?” Elyas eyed me as I made my first attempts.
“I’m feeling better. I’m going to go home,” I replied, straightening with some difficulty and trying to balance my weight on my still-wobbly knees. They turned out to be wobblier than I had expected.
“Let me help you,” Elyas said, suddenly at my side.
“It’s fine, it’s fine,” I mumbled, waving him off—but then I started to sway.
He raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, I can see that.”
Without asking permission, he held my arm to keep me steady, and because I knew I’d just make a fool of myself if I didn’t let him, I clenched my teeth and bit my tongue. I was furious at myself. How had I even come up with the shitty idea of going for a jog?
“I should probably drive you home. My car’s parked just up there,” Elyas said, pointing, after we’d walked a few yards.
Um, did he just say he was going to drive me home in his car ?
That got my brain going again.
Was it worth sitting next to Elyas in such a tight space if it meant riding in the car I’d dreamed my whole life of having?
I nodded OK, trying as hard as I could to hold myself up on my own. Naturally, my pigheadedness made our progress toward the car much more sluggish, but increased body contact with Elyas would have been the worse alternative by far.
“I can still help you,” he said, walking close to me as I tottered.
“Dream on,” I mumbled. “You’ve taken plenty advantage of the situation already.”
“Yeah, this is my dream come true,” he said with a soft laugh. “If I had
Maybe if I wished he would vanish? Just as a tiny glint of hope emerged that my new wish might come true, Elyas knelt beside me and took hold of my wrist to check my pulse.
“Don’t worry, Emely,” he said with a wink. “It’s not that bad.”
It’s all very well for him, I thought. He wasn’t the one lying in the grass like an idiot.
“It looks like you’ve got a case of heat exhaustion, which can occur if you’re not used to being active in temperatures like this. We need to get some fluids and sugar into you. I’m going to get you a soda, and then you’ll be good as new.”
I turned my head to avoid eye contact with him. The only answer he got was a barely audible “Uh-huh.”
“If I leave you here for a minute, do you promise to stay lying down with your feet up?”
Was he joking? Did he think I was going to run off and squeeze a round of shopping in while he was away? Though I wanted nothing more than to stand up and make a quick getaway for all eternity, I was nowhere near able to do so. So I nodded, continuing to hope my wish for death might still somehow come true.
“Good,” he said. “I’m counting on you to stay put, and I’ll be right back.” With those words he ran off.
Geez! Why couldn’t someone else experience something like this for once? Why on earth did it always have to be me? And why did it always have to be me when he was around? He was going to tease me about it for the rest of my life. That much was sure.
I felt sorry for myself and cursed my fate until Elyas returned with a bottle of Coke, and to my even greater chagrin, sat down next to me. “Do you think you can sit up?”
Easier said than done, jerk.
I pushed myself up on my hands, disgruntled that Elyas was helping me. Once I was finally sitting up, everything spun, and my head felt like it would explode at any minute. Elyas handed me the opened bottle, which I took and started gingerly sipping.
“You’ll be feeling better in no time, you’ll see,” he said.
Although I didn’t put much faith in anything that came out of his mouth, in this case he ended up being right. After I had drunk half the soda, I started feeling better, though still not good. After fifteen more minutes, I thought I could at least stand again.
“What exactly do you think you’re doing?” Elyas eyed me as I made my first attempts.
“I’m feeling better. I’m going to go home,” I replied, straightening with some difficulty and trying to balance my weight on my still-wobbly knees. They turned out to be wobblier than I had expected.
“Let me help you,” Elyas said, suddenly at my side.
“It’s fine, it’s fine,” I mumbled, waving him off—but then I started to sway.
He raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, I can see that.”
Without asking permission, he held my arm to keep me steady, and because I knew I’d just make a fool of myself if I didn’t let him, I clenched my teeth and bit my tongue. I was furious at myself. How had I even come up with the shitty idea of going for a jog?
“I should probably drive you home. My car’s parked just up there,” Elyas said, pointing, after we’d walked a few yards.
Um, did he just say he was going to drive me home in his car ?
That got my brain going again.
Was it worth sitting next to Elyas in such a tight space if it meant riding in the car I’d dreamed my whole life of having?
I nodded OK, trying as hard as I could to hold myself up on my own. Naturally, my pigheadedness made our progress toward the car much more sluggish, but increased body contact with Elyas would have been the worse alternative by far.
“I can still help you,” he said, walking close to me as I tottered.
“Dream on,” I mumbled. “You’ve taken plenty advantage of the situation already.”
“Yeah, this is my dream come true,” he said with a soft laugh. “If I had
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