F reader and Samar?
"Samar...I uh...I don't feel.....so well....I think im.....gonna take a seat-" reader sinks into Samars arms in the breakroom at work, passing out cold.
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Your whole body screamed in pain and frustration; if you had your way, you´d wanted to curl up on the floor in a fetal position. But that wasn´t possible for you. You couldn´t afford that at work, couldn´t show that you were breaking down in this heat while everyone else around you seemed to be fine with it.
So you sat restlessly at your desk, trying to focus on the various digits on the screen as they gradually blurred into each other, your sweaty palm wrapping around the mouse.
The tingling in your neck that rose into the back of your head, the heat that spread in waves in your chest, the strange headache and not to forget the dizziness you felt became more uncomfortable, annoying and stronger with each passing hour. You blamed it on the exertion, the stress and the constant sitting in the car or at the desk. Occasionally, you would force yourself to take deep breaths, which would make the feeling fade, but didn´t really improve your situation. This oppressive warmth on and around you didn´t let you go. A film of sweat formed on your skin and your body longed to cool down. The air was almost stuffy and left the room with almost no air to breathe for you. "You wanna get something to drink?"
Your gaze wandered to your colleague, Samar, which was standing in front of you. Her arms braced under her chest and her legs planted firmly on the floor. She gave you that stern and unique look that never allowed you to say no.
You wrestled with your answer for a moment; her face doubling and tripling in your vision. Actually, you didn´t want to get up and stay seated, but you nodded anyway, knowing that you didn´t stand a chance against her. "..yeah."
You stifled the effort of a groan as you pushed yourself off your work desk and followed Samar into the break room. You felt bruised, but no wonder in the heat. You couldn´t sleep properly for days and confused heat dreams chased the next.
When you closed the door to the room behind you, you dragged yourself to the next wall you were near and leaned against it for a moment. You found it difficult to move reasonably fast, it felt like heavy weights were hanging from your arms and legs, making every movement infinitely tedious. "Here, take this. You look awful." Samar stated the obvious and bit her inner lip as she held a cool water bottle in front of you- the dizziness, as you know, showing up again and leaving your vision blurry. "..thanks."
"When was the last time you closed your eyes for a healthy amount of sleep?" she asked inquisitively and raised one of her eyebrows questioningly. She had noticed a change in your appearance and demeanor days ago- much quieter and more tense. You were wearing the wrong clothes for this time of year and she recognized the faint beads of sweat under the bright light of the lamp.
"Not for days. The heat.. It´s killing me." you explained and had to realized that even speaking began to be difficult. With one hand you pulled the collar of your shirt and waved it to let more air onto your skin. "Now let´s get back to work, killers don´t catch themselves." you spoke softly, trying to squeeze your way out of the health questions. She was your best friend, no question. But still you didn´t want anyone to know how you were doing at the moment.
After all, it was just a heat way that eventually will pass.
"Y/n." A hand in front of you stopped you from walking towards the door and opening it, her fingers pressed against your abdomen and let you fall back against the grey and cold wall. "Samar, please."
"Y/n." the FBI agent´s voice sounded oddly weird, making you stop in your movement and look up. Her other hand grabbed yours and you wondered why Samar felt so cool. "Heatwave?"
"Yes, exactly." you turned around, now standing with your side to her and inwardly cursed your mental failure for forgetting the dizziness that was catching up to you immediately. "The last days of summer are over and it has cooled down significantly. What are you talking-"
And then it hit you full force. The heat had become unbearably strong, your heart was pounding in your chest and you had to swallow loudly when your condition suddenly deteriorated. You had to sit down immediately just to keep from fainting.
"Samar…I uh…I don't feel…..so well….I think im…..gonna take a seat again-" you interrupted and slumped against her as she tightened her grip on you with a surprised sound from deep in her throat. But it was too late, you blacked out and fell. You fell until the world stopped spinning and you found yourself on the floor, at least half on the floor and half in her arms as she caught and fell down with you.
Why was Samar so incredibly cold?
Her cool hand touched your forehead and you leaned into it, drowning out the aching pounding behind your temples. "Sweets, come on." she sounded concerned. Now you could place the tone of her voice that you had been wondering about all along. There was huge concern written in her voice.
You tried to answer her, tried to explain that it was just the heat that completely wrecked your circulation and got you into this position; into a collapse. There was no need to worry and no reason to hold you in your arms on the tiled floor, which was so cold. But your voice failed and no sound came out of you.
The sudden dryness of your throat and the darkness that had managed to take away a bigger part of your vision intensified, taking you into yet another heat-ridden dream.
