Page 153 of The Devil We Crave
He nods and tosses me one. I crack it open as I help Wren lean against the bar. “Okay… Here we go, Wren.”
She frowns and starts to close her eyes.
“Uh-uh,” I say, shaking her. “No sleeping, okay?”
“But I’m tiiiiiired.”
“I know,” I say, glancing around. “We’re going to get you back to bed, okay?”
I try to get her to have some water. But she keeps frowning and pushing it away, saying “no more.”
Fuck.
Finally, I manage to catch Arianna’s eye at the fight ring, and she quickly rushes over.
“Shit,” she hisses when she sees Wren. “We need to get her out of here.”
“Yeah, come on.”
We sling her arms around our necks and help her stand on rubbery legs.
“Okay, hon,” I smile at her half-closed eyes. “We’re going home now, okay?”
She nods, but barely, her eyes falling shut again as she slumps into us.
Fuck, this is bad.
“What happened!?” Lucia blurts as she comes running over.
“What do you think,” Ari mutters darkly.
“Shit, this could be alcohol poisoning, guys,” Lucia says, her face lined with concern. “Let's get her out of here.”
The three of us start to half-drag and half-carry Wren out of The Garrison toward the wooded path that leads back to campus.
“Where’s Galina?!” Arianna frets, looking around.
“I’ll text her.” Lucia yanks her phone out and types. “Okay, she’s on her way.”
We’re a dozen feet outside the main arch of The Garrison when Galina rushes up, out of breath, with branches stuck in her hair.
“Where the hell were you?!” Arianna asks.
I shake my head. “Does it matter?! C’mon, we need to hurry!”
Wren is now unconscious.
The four of us are carrying her down the path when suddenly she starts to spasm.
“Get her down!” Lucia yells. “Roll her onto her side so she doesn’t choke!!”
Panic is roaring in my system as we lower Wren to the ground and roll her onto her side. She starts to vomit, completely out cold.
Then she stops and goes still.
“Wren?!” I drop to my knees and shake her. “WREN!!”
Lucia, who clearly knows what she’s doing, shoves me out of the way and drops down, taking charge. “Everyone be quiet!” She jams two fingers against Wren’s neck and lowers her ear to Wren’s half-open mouth. “Her breathing is irregular and her pulse iswayslow,” she says in a frightened voice, looking up at us.
