Blue Mountain State Heat Exhaustion Episode 소설 & 이야기

I'm not used to this much attention or care. "And that's why I know what this is," Bluey countered gently. "You need a full diagnosis. But I can make you a herbal concoction right now. It will need to be soaked overnight so you can drink it in the morning. It's just to manage the symptoms until you get proper help." She paused, making a direct bargain. "You still have to go see a doctor."

Yet, after navigating nothing more than a handful of strides, an unprecedented, catastrophic wave of intense physical dizziness suddenly crashed behind her eyes. Her ankles went completely paralyzed, forcing her to violently halt her momentum. It took several long, agonizing seconds for the darkness clouding her vision to recede, but the moment the dizziness thinned out, an intense, suffocating wave of anti-peristaltic nausea and severe gastric reverse tracking violently gripped her throat. Her entire physical frame felt completely drained of its baseline strength. Was this... the default physiological manifestation of heat exhaustion? Her analytical intellect parsed the timeline data with a

That dull sound gave her a bad feeling. Looking back, Zachary had collapsed. Her heart jumped, and she ran to him. "Zachary! Zachary!" His face was pale, his lips colorless. She touched his forehead - burning hot! No wonder his embrace had felt unnaturally warm earlier. Zachary's car was nearby, but she couldn't lift him. Fortunately, some passersby helped her get him into the car. At the hospital, the doctor diagnosed him with exhaustion and collapse from excessive stress.

She finally gave in. Blue placed her hands under Pamala shoulders gradually lifting her up, using her good foot she was able to go outside. There was a flat surfaced rock, so she sat on it resting her injured leg on the ground. Blue sat opposite her. A firewood was set to make fire to heat up the meat hanging in the air. Blue offered her the fruits first as they wait for the meat. As she ate she observed her environment. They were on a cliff, far from the edge. Some trees surrounded the area. She wondered what it'll be like to fall from a cliff, she laughed.

“You fainted.” “Twice.” He drew his brows together as he said it. “I’ve climbed my whole life. I’ve been dehydrated, hypothermic, concussed, and I have never fainted. Bad air in a sealed chamber, fine, maybe. But the second time I was standing in open wind on a summit.” “And both times you woke up, somebody was ‘dead’.” I added air quotes around that last word. Bastian shot me a withering look.

He let out a low breath, placed his hand on the coffee table, and with his right knee screaming in pain, he gritted his teeth and forced himself upright. Military training must’ve taught him endurance, but even then, sweat dotted his forehead and his usually handsome face had gone pale. “You should get some rest,” he said calmly, somehow managing to look unfazed despite clearly being in agony. Too bad the crystal light overhead was too bright, highlighting every bead of sweat on his face. I frowned. “Are you… overheating or something?” Everett’s expression stiffened. My probing stare probably made him feel guilty. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and forced a smile. “Yeah, a bit.”