Page 73 of Reign of the Queen
"Fucking gross dude, what the fuck?" she screeches near my slumped-over form.
"Carter, you don't look so good, man." Someone tries pushing me back into a sitting position, but my body feels so heavy, my legs and arms don't feel like they work, and I can feel slick sweat trailing down my back. I gag again, my body lurches forward and spasms.
"Man, go find one of the other kings. Carter looks whack right now." The voice yells to someone.
It feels like hours go by, but then I hear Theo's voice. Always good old Theo to the rescue. I chuckle to myself. Knight in fucking tarnished armor, always the hero. The one that somehow got to fuck Mia already.Lucky bastard.
"Carter, man, come let me help you up," Theo yells into my ear. I feel him trying to slip his shoulder underneath mine to lift me. I'm dead weight, though. I can't seem to get my limbs to do anything I want.
"Fuck you, Theo," I spit back at him, trying to push him away, my breath struggling in my lungs. I can't seem to drag a breath inside my lungs. My chest is on fire, and the world is starting to swim in front of me.
"What did you take, Carter?" I hear Finn's voice from my other side. I can't see him, but I can feel his disappointment radiating off of him.
It seems like I'm doomed to disappoint everyone all the time. My parents, who hate me, and my brother, who barely speaks to me. Theo and Finn, with their constant judgment. Let's not forget the beautiful, sexy Mia, who, no matter what I try to do, I end up doing the wrong thing. Mateo's never disappointed cause he's too busy messing up his own life to worry about mine.
"Just fuck off and leave me alone." I gasp out and swat at Finn, who's trying to lift my other arm, or at least I think I do. I'm not sure my arm is moving anymore.
"No bitch, we gotta get you out of here, but I need to know what you took, Carter. You're a mess." Finn swears as he helps Theo lift my dead weight between them. My body feels so cold, pins and needles running up and down my legs and arms. Why can't I move my arms and legs? My head is spinning again, and my breath feels like elephants are sitting on my chest.
"What did he fucken take?" Theo yells at the girl that was all over me a second ago.
"I...I don't know we were drinking, and he did some blow..." I hear her panicked voice moving away from us.
"Fucking cunt ran," Finn swears close to my head. "Carter, my man, how much blow did you snort?"
"Does it matter?" My breath is coming in ragged pants. My blood's pumping so hard it feels like it's trying to strangle me. The lights in the club feel like they're trying to pulse and pound through my body. I'm sweating but cold, so cold all of a sudden. I can't keep my eyes open, it's a struggle, and the blood whooshing in my ears calls me to sleep.
"Fuck, he's OD'ing right now! Call a fucking ambulance!" Theo's screaming.
Who's he talking about? Why am I so tired? Screw it. I'll just rest here for just a second, and then...fuck I've lost my train of thought. Oh yeah, then I'm going to get in an Uber and find Mia and apologize for being an insensitive dick once again. Mia, yes, Mia, I need to see Mia. She's the last thought I have before darkness claims me.
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The steady sound of beeping wakes me. I can't seem to open my eyes all the way. They feel so heavy and gritty. My whole body feels like a tank decided to run me over numerous times. I try to lift my arm up to my face, but something's weighing it down. I can hear voices mumbling in the background, but I can't identify them clearly.
Where am I? Panic starts to race through my system, and the beeping sound gets louder and more erratic. I try to get my body to sit up and my eyes to open so I can see my surroundings. Something is on my face, in my nose; what the hell happened to me? Panic engulfs me that I'm at my dad's mercy and only waking up now.
"Carter, breathe brother, you're safe; it's okay." I hear Finn's calming voice before I feel his hands on my shoulder, pushing me back into the bed I seem to be lying on.
"You're safe, bro. Please just stay down." Mateo's voice is coming from my other side, filled with anxiety and fear.What's he so scared of?
I finally get my eyes to cooperate and open, taking a few long blinks to clear the haze from my vision. When I can see clearly, I look up into Finn's and Mateo's worried faces. They both look wrecked and exhausted. I look around their bodies. I'm in a hospital room; it's still semi-dark through the windows.
"Where am I?" I question Finn.
"Hospital bro, you OD'd a few hours ago," he says with a serious face filled with worry.
"I did what now?" I question.I OD'd? Naw, the fuck I did,rolling my head from side to side and looking at Mateo. He nods at Finn's statement.Huh, well, I guess there's a first time for everything.
"You had so much blow in your system, the doctors thought for sure you were going to die, asshole. You were having seizures over and over." Finn rubs his hand down the back of his neck in evident agitation.
The hospital door opens, and Theo walks through the door, tucking his phone back into his pocket. He comes toward the bed and stares at me. I can see the world's weight on his shoulders in how he's holding himself. His jaw clenched tight, eyes like dark storms coming to destroy everything and everyone in his path.
"You are a stupid, irresponsible, mother fucker. You know that?" he lets out. "But I'm glad you didn't die, despite the amount of blow you shoved up your nose." He lets out a deep sigh and moves to grasp my hand.
"Shit, I really almost died?" I question, confused, fear slithers up my spine at the thought. How much blow did I snort last night? I remember doing a few lines with Mateo and a few other football players from the team and then some with some girls who were hanging around the club.Did I really do enough to OD?
"Yeah bitch, you almost died. If Justin hadn't found you and called us over, you probably would have died. That chick you were with wasn't going to help you. She ran at the first sign of trouble," Theo retorts angrily.
