Overdose

He was becoming a Van Gogh before my very eyes. His form dissolved into streaks of browns and blacks and his words faded into a haze of intercom static. I felt the thud ripple through my body. His hands were everywhere. His voice was smeared across my field of vision. His scent was peppered around the room. Sirens harmonized with his screams for help. Reds and blues tangoed around his opaque face and a faint yellow laser tempting me to play with it. I felt myself rise, then roll, then fall, then pressure. Over and over and over. Speaking calmly though there were frantic undertones. Someone talking to him far away. Clear, zap! Clear, zap! Nos, low steady beeping, screams, the impact of bodies, crying, Save her! SAVE HER! Darkness.