Helanie:
"Lamar—stop calling them. I don't want their help," I begged him to stop, but he wouldn't listen. He was freaking out, and I could tell why.
My nose was bleeding so much.
After the initial arm cracking, it had gone back to its place, but the fever was so high that I was seeing things at this point.
I guess his call was finally answered because he stepped away, running his hands through his hair. His sight seemed blurred.
I wasn't even able to speak anymore. My tongue kept rolling back in my mouth, and my eyes were unfocused, rolling in my head.
"Okay—and—he's—coming—," I could only catch bits and pieces of what Lamar was saying.
I closed my eyes briefly—or so I thought—but when I opened them again, I saw someone else standing beside Lamar.
"Huh? Ugh, I'm seeing devils now. I guess my fever has reached my head," I muttered fearfully, pointing at Norman's hallucination.
