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Lucy has a heatstroke from doing pushups and Tim doesn't realize
"Bet you’re tired, should have thought of that before you forgot coffee!”
Lucy’s palms were face down on the ground, beads of sweat on her forehead. All of this because she didn’t get her TO Tim Bradford coffee. The truth was she didn’t forget just thought it was crazy to drink coffee in this heat.
She drew in another sharp breath, her scorching lungs rejecting it as she dry heaved. Her face was flushed and her arms were ready to give out as Tim told her to stop.
“Boot, LA taxpayers shouldn’t have to wait for you!” Tim bellowed standing over her and she gasped for air.
Her lungs felt like they were on fire as her body temperature continued rising. She pushed herself up and to the side on shaking arms as Tim’s orders drummed overhead.
“Any day now Boot!” Tim retorted, and watching her struggle.
Her vision greyed at the edges, her legs refusing to work as her heart raced uncontrollably.
“Tim..” She breathed, this wasn’t normal she hadn’t ever felt so exhausted from a mere 20 pushups.
“I’m not helping you up boot, stand on your own two feet!” Tim announced walking a few paces back.
Couldn’t Tim see she was really struggling? Couldn’t he step in and help?
“Help….” She mumbled
Her vision blurred, her limbs refusing to work as her breathing grew more rapid and shallow. The effort of staying awake to much for her body as it began to shut down. Her vision clouded and tumbled as Tim’s muffled voice announced his presence. The last thing she saw before the darkness took her was Tim rushing over, “to little to late” she thought as her vision tunneled away.