Theodore
“Oi mate! Are you alright?”
I rush forward, putting my hand on his back instinctively as I find Helades bowing over the toilet, emptying his stomach.
“Uh, get f****d,” he groans, spitting into the bowl before he lifts his eyes to me.
But he doesn’t push me away.
They are fully red, his face so pale that I could swear he has already passed the Jordan a good few weeks ago.
And I don’t talk about a feeble ‘I spent the night crying’ red, but a full blood-red eye with no white left.
Looking like his pupil was staring at me through a blood-flooded eyeball. “Just get the f**k away.”
“Are you kidding?” I shout at him, wanting to wrap my arms around his chest. “I’m not going anywhere.”
But as I try to lift him up, he tears himself out of my grip, pushing me away.
“Don’t
