chapter 3 hot summer day flash back laylas point of view with heat exhaustion

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I wipe the sweat from my forehead with my blue sleeve to keep the sweat from stinging my eyes. The air conditioner's on, but it doesn't do much to keep me cool. It's a car's A.C., after all, how long would it go?
I get out of the car, stand tip-toe to see farther ahead, then hopelessly get back inside.

I have been stuck in this traffic for 4 hours now.
I call mom, just to tell her not to worry if I'm late. I sure will be. Irritated, I get out and start walking in between the cars. It doesn't help much. I'm tired and I don't feel okay. There isn't the slightest sign of the traffic thinning out, and I end up thinking how it would be like to spend the night here. My stomach growls. I haven't even eaten anything since morning. Great.

Suddenly there come wave upon wave of dizziness, I hardly manage to keep myself standing. I'm sick. If I could only make it back to the car without fainting...

I stumble round a white car with blurry eyes when all of a sudden two girls come running and strike right in front of me. They don't hit so hard, but my legs were already shaking, so I couldn't resist it. My head hits a moving car hard, that was trying to shift its position in the traffic, and I fall on the road.

"Watch it!" I say, with all the energy I could muster. My head throbs. The world around me is swirling so bad, I can't stay awake anymore. I'm going to faint.

The girls turn around, probably to help me up, but I can't look at them. With a badly shivering hand, I graze my forehead and it turns red with blood.

I fall back on the road, and black out.

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I wake up in a cool room. A hospital room. A doctor's face hovers above me.
"Okay?" he asks politely.
I nod, and sit up on the bed.
"What's your name?"
"Niall
"Niall..?"
"What?" I ask.
" Your last name?" he asks.
"Oh um Horan. sorry Niall horan."
Niall Horan Layla is okay just  dehydration. You don't need any medicine. Feel lucky you fainted, the traffic's
still stuck."

I mumble something about fainting, because I don't feel like saying it loud.

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