He healed Me

~chapter five~✔️

~chapter five~

Music drifted to the beach in rags, alternating with the rushing wind that had now risen. Dario opened his eyes. Was he asleep? music, shadows wind on the face. And cool sand underneath him.
where was he actually?

He looked beside himself. It seemed to him that he saw two distant lights across the sea, the windows of a house. A voice came to him from those windows, sounding broken, choppy like a Complaint.

The picture slowly came together, the windows changing shape. Those weren't windows, and they weren't across the sea. Those were Andy's eyes, there next to him.

Andy looked at him, his face in the sand, his upper body buckled like a reed after a storm surge. Apparently the dune had given way and now Andy was curled up on his side. He trembled, stammering incomprehensible words as the sand on his cheek mixed with the spit.

"Oh damn..." Dario jumped up. He grabbed Andy by the armpits, put his shirt back on, and pulled off his own, wrapping it around him like a blanket.

"Oh damn…" he said again.

Andy's body was cold, icy, like someone had put it in the fridge.

"Don't worry," Dario talked to him while he kneaded his back. "Don't worry. You'll be warm again in a moment."

But Andy didn't get warm.

Both stayed in an embrace for a while , meanwhile the evening air became more and more cutting and colder. Then suddenly they heard voices coming from the path. In appearance one

A group of boys could be seen from the street lamp, just crossing the promenade.

"Hey", shouted Dario.

The boys stopped. Dario let go of Andy and walked up the beach to the street.

"Hey," he repeated. "I have a disabled person with me who is cold, can someone help me?”

The blond guy in the middle walked towards him. He looked at him and pulled a clump of dried seaweed from his hair. "How much of that stuff did you smoke?" he said.

General gel lights.

Dario looked at him. At any other moment he would have just wordlessly punched him in the face. Instead, he just hissed, "You're an idiot!"and walked back down to the beach.

Andy was still shaking. He had to get him out of there, Look for a bar, somewhere to find shelter. He smiled at Andy. "Don't worry," he said. "We'll warm up in a moment."

He grabbed his arms and legs and put him back in the wheelchair.

When he pulled his hand away, he realized it was wet. Andy's pants were soaked. A large dark stain spread out from under his belt.

"Oh damn..." Dario cursed again.

"So what's going on?" someone asked. The blond from earlier dived up behind him.

Dario looked at him. "He wet himself."

"Like how now?"

"He wet his pants."

"With pee?"

"No, with lemonade. He peed all over himself, see?"