My eyes widen, and I rush upstairs in the panic. I decide to check on Caylin. She seems to be getting worse. Her fever is high, and her eyelids twitch every few seconds.
I wish I could help her.
I get into the brute room, dragging James in by the collar. "Okay, bedtime for you." "But I want to have some fuuuuuuuuuun..." I slur.
"You're staying here until you are sober, now goodnight." Slamming the door, I go to find the others.