you weren’t okay.

“hey, kid, you okay?" vic's voice cut through the din and grounded your brain from the heavy space-out you were having. when you came to you realized that his face was inches from yours, likely trying to make his voice louder and clearer. his nose ring sparkled in the dim lights flashing around, and his hair clung to his forehead with only the slightest amount of sweat. it took you a few beats to respond.