If It Looks like a duck and Quacks Like a Duck…

Scott! Evans heard the name play at least thrice on his head, louder each passing time. The high pitch made his head feel heavy so he held it using both hands for support. His heart raced wildly, his vision blurred, and he started sweating profusely and trembling, so he wrapped his arms around himself. 

He turned slowly to look around and saw in images four possible places to rest.

"Shit! Are you okay?" Elliot asked in a worried voice as he rushed towards him, and Evans shook his head.

"No! I…need water. Please," Evans managed to say, and Elliot held him and walked with him to a seat nearby, then left to bring him water. Evans gulped down everything, and his dizziness seemed to reduce.

"Thank you," he said, and Elliot nodded wordlessly. 

"Are you sure you're okay?" Elliot asked in concern, and Evans nodded in affirmation.