Chapter 7

“Thanks.” Aiden’s laugh was more like a hysterical croak. “I feel like I’ve just had an aneurysm.” He squeezed his eyelids shut, but the darkness kept whirling around and around behind his eyes. “Oh man, I’m gonna be sick.” He managed to turn away and lean over enough without toppling so he didn’t throw up the water he’d drunk on his or Tanner’s shoes. Tanner held him through it, supporting his body while he shook and heaved.

“Thanks,” Aiden whispered when he was able to mostly straighten again. He wiped his mouth on his shoulder, then slid his glasses back up his nose with a shaking hand, blinking the tears out of his eyes. There were thick beads of sweat in his hair and down his back, and he was trembling, cold despite the mild night. He was incredibly tired. “Fuck. What’s happening?”

Danger. You’re in danger.

No kidding, he thought through the buzzing in his ears.

“I’m sorry,” Tanner said. “I think I gave you too much.”