Jude felt he had to give a bag for him to throw up because Tim was posing to throw up. When he hastily was looking for a bag, Tim let go of the handle and fainted. The car started to shake dangerously and headed to the pavement, and Jude screamed his partner’s name and barely was able to step on the brake.
Screech! With a nerve racking sound, the car stopped with a small smoke. Right after the car stopped, Jude urgently called Tim and checked his complexion. His shirt was drenched in sweat, and his face was pale. The breathing sound changed to fast and light. And the arm and leg that he was grabbing felt stiff, and that reminded him of rigor mortis.
“Tim! What’s wrong suddenly, Tim! Wake up!”
He didn’t have any response even though he slapped his cheeks few times. He shook his body few times and soon moved Tim to the back seat and sat on the driver’s seat. Where was the closest emergency room? Usually Tim was the one who drove, so Jude didn’t even have to look at the navigation. He searched on the navigation and pressed on the gas little bit stronger than how Tim usual does.