Emily supported Carlos as they hurried towards the roadside, hailing a cab. Carlos's scorching body heat seared through the fabric of her suit, burning her palm.
"Just hold on for a few more minutes." Her voice was tense. "We'll be at the clinic soon."
Carlos leaned back in the seat, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down with his labored breathing.
His long fingers clenched the seatbelt tightly, knuckles turning white, as if battling the surging heat wave within.
Sunlight blurred into indistinct blobs in his pupils, momentarily transporting him back to that dark theater box five months ago.
"The same kind..."
He forced out a few words through clenched teeth, "The same... drug as in the cinema."
Emily was startled...
When Carlos regained consciousness, he smelled the strong scent of disinfectant in the air.
"Your resistance to drugs is really strong. I thought you would be unconscious until half the day had passed."
