“No,” Thom whispered. “Leave me alone.”
“Come on, I got you,” Justin whispered. Then, to the crowd, “Let us by. He’ll be okay once he gets outside.” He frowned at someone talking into their phone. “Don’t call anyone. It’s not a heart attack. He doesn’t need medical attention.” He looked back at Thom. “I hope. Tell me if I’m wrong.”
Thom shook his head, gasping.
The “walk” was more of a “drag,” and Justin didn’t stop once they were outside. He continued to urge Thom along, mumbling to Dog and directing them until they rested against the temporary fencing that served as the perimeter for the market. Then he let go, and when Thom sank to the ground, he did, too.
“Are you okay? What happened?”
Thom didn’t say anything, he just shook his head.
“Was it the people? Did somebody touch you?”
Thom shook his head again.
“The smell? The dark? Did you—”