A glance at the watch which simply read “01:53:36”. Few minutes more and it will be two hours. Most people disregard two hours for any simple activity but for Marv at this particular day and time, it means one thing, running.
Marv makes it a habit to run 20 kilometres on every Saturday morning. This morning feels like any other morning except that he went partying the night before. Alcohol works in mystique ways that dries your body and Marv is no different. Although he has hydrated himself adequately, he knows someway along the line, he will never finish this course without stopping.
However, he is too proud to let himself stop. Fatigue is pulling his legs down, much harder than usual and his throat feels too dry that even swallowing saliva is painful. He pushes himself onward but pain grips tightly at his chest. His heart beat quickens, his legs go wobbly and his world goes dark.
Marv opens his eyes too fast, too wide, allowing light to hurt his eyes. He feels the bed under him and a hand on his head. He finds his mother standing beside him. His mother opens her mouth “You fainted in the park, someone found you on the ground and brought you here and you never bring your IC with you. It will take me hours to know you’re in trouble.”
Marv reaches over to his mother’s hand and replies softly “This is my IC.” He looks at the blue band around his wrist and smiles.
