As I stood up, I started to feel sick, the back of my throat is burning, objects are spinning and blurring together like someone put my eyes in the microwave. Everyone is shouting in this room their voices were all merging into one loud scream and the smells of their perfume and body spray was overwhelming. The spinning is getting faster, it feels like being small and sitting on the flying chairs at the fun fair. I desparatley reach out, trying to ground myself, or hold onto something to stop myself from falling and hitting my head. My hand reaches fabric just as I feel legs buckle undneath me, I almost hit the ground but someone grabs me and helps me stay on my feet. A blurry voice is trying to speak to me but all the voices are loud and the words sound like a broken record. Someone is calling out as I try to steady myself, my hands gripping onto metal and fabric as I try to hold myself up. “What’s going on?” I try to say, but all that comes out is “wh- haaah- what’s” before I fall to the ground and everything goes dark.