Texting A Mate

Grabbing your phone, you text your mate. Your hands are shaky and you misspell words. You tell him you’re in some sort of trouble and ask him to contact you in a discreet manner.  On no account, must he alert the police or come round to the flat. You’re aware that your message sounds crazy. You have no idea how he’ll react.
 
hey what’s up?  he texts back.
 
You regret sending the text now. But before you can respond, you find yourself slipping into a stupor again, unable to fight the suffocating blackness that swoops down with a vengeance.  
 
Seconds later, you hear the bathroom door creak open, followed by soft footsteps on the floorboards, but you can’t move or open your eyes.  
 
And then you drift into a dreamless sleep.