TW: SA, PLEASE DO NOT PROCEED IF YOU CANT HANDLE IT!!!!!
The second?
The edges of my vision were softening.
Like shadows had started to smear into light, refusing to stay sharp.
The alcohol shouldn't have hit me this hard... not with what I'd had. Not this fast.
And yet… my muscles felt heavier than they should, my limbs too slow to respond, like someone had poured lead into my veins.
I shifted on the mattress, but it was like my body wasn't listening to me in the way it should.
The room was warm, but my skin prickled cold.
Something coiled low in my stomach... restless and urgent... and I knew that wasn't just whiskey or vodka either.
The sensation was alien. Crawling. Insistent.
My mind knew I should be sitting up, moving, saying something... anything... but the words were stuck somewhere between my chest and my throat.
Sarah's voice sounded closer now.
Too close.
Her hands were still on me, steady, coaxing, telling me to lie back.
