Snippet #2450655

Samuel Westhouse

He probably looked green as sin, he felt like he was going to be sick any second, partially because of the unpleasant mix of lost adrenaline and booze in his body, and partially because he couldn't quite come to terms with what was in his head. He watched Nate carry Violet away instead of thinking about it. There was a job done somewhat right. Good enough, maybe. At least she wasn't too terribly wounded. She could have died. And it wouldn't even be in the kind of reincarnation-y way he now remembered. They still had a bit of time before that. Suddenly, Sam became aware that someone was standing above him, talking to him. Sam silently let himself be picked up, testing his weight on his feet. His body wouldn't easily forgive him for that stint.

He tried his best not to lean too heavily on the other, and once they made it back to the source of the pulsing sound and bright lights that had been the beginning of this mess he pulled away, forcing himself to take his weight again. "Thanks man," He mumbled to Charlie, bumping him halfheartedly on the shoulder before stumbling away. He heard the boy mention something about an ambulance into his phone before the sounds of the party swallowed him up.

He had to find Paige. He wanted to know what she knew, but at the same time, was it a good idea? What if this was all in his head...some kind of waking lucid dream. Hallucinations were pretty common after pushing himself so hard, but nothing this..vivid. Maybe it was the alcohol's fault. Maybe it would be best to keep it to himself. Yeah, that sounded like a good idea.

Nobody seemed to even notice him as he pushed through the crowd, maybe they assumed that he was drunk off his ass. He didn't care what they thought. He had more important things to do than worry about any kind of appearance he might have. It wasn't like he spent much time actually in school anyway these days.

He managed to make it over to where he'd first spotted her, but nobody was still there. He stopped for a second. Where could she have gone? Oh yeah, she went to get a drink, didn't she. How long ago had that been? It seemed like ages ago, but he couldn't have been out for that long. Maybe she was still there. He pushed back into the crowd of people, shamelessly cutting through groups of people to make it to the kitchen. Ah, there she was. Cora was there too.

Gratefully he made a direct path to the two and caught himself on the edge of a counter. He should probably rehydrate himself, but would there be anything left at this point that wasn't spiked. "Hey," He started to say, but then his cell phone along with the other girls' buzzed. He produced his from his pocket and looked at who it was from before opening the text. Charlie. He already knew what it was about.

"Vi got hurt." He said abruptly, trying to force himself to breath normally. "Charlie called an ambulance. We should probably leave before the police come to investigate." he hoped at least one of them had brought a car. He really didn't feel like walking home, or walking anywhere. He mostly just wanted to sit down, organize his thoughts, then sleep before his body really turned to jelly. Or he puked. Or both.

He didn't notice that he'd sunk to the floor until he realized that he was looking up at Paige to see her response. He needed to stay on his feet. Was he still pale? He hoped not. He probably looked a sight, he realized. Great. He pushed himself to his feet, swaying slightly, fingers clinging to the counter behind him for support.Yeah, this really wasn't the place for him.