A blur of yellow catches my eye.
“Yellow…” I announce, blinking a few times.
“Who was it?” Rome asks.
I have an overwhelming urge to sit, so I take a seat.
“Um…” I take a deep breath, but it seems slower than I mean for it to be. “King, I think.”
“You think? What?”
I can’t focus.
“Sorry, yeah. It’s King,” I mumble.
“You sound off.”
I reach for my drink. “I just…my mouth is dry.”
My fingers are outstretched, but I can’t seem to reach my cup.
The flag changes colors, and the race resumes, and I can’t remember if I said anything.
I finally grab onto the Styrofoam cup and pull it toward me, only it falls from my grasp and spills everywhere.
Dylan curses and grabs me by the arm. “Tessa, are you okay?”
Seconds stretch.
I try to look at him, but there are three of his head, and they’re all swaying.
Something is wrong.
My stomach rolls, and a cold sweat breaks out along my forehead.
Rome’s voice cuts through the ringing in my ears, the panic catching me off guard.
“Tessa, talk to me.”
“Rome?”
“I’m here, Princess. What’s wrong? You don’t sound right.”
I try to talk, but nothing comes out.
“Fuck, I’m pulling into the pits.”
“No!” I shriek, except it’s delayed.
Suddenly, Beck materializes right in front of me. He grabs onto my arms to steady me and whips off my headset. He puts it on his head, and I know his mouth is moving, but I can’t hear him.
I slump forward, my forehead resting on his chest. “I…I…don’t feel good.”
My body shakes uncontrollably, but everything else is slow.
“Tess.” Beck shakes me, and my head wobbles back and forth. “Did you take something?”
I have tunnel vision.
