Emmett had started trying to lower himself to the ground, since that was feeling more like a priority than grabbing his meds. Admittedly, he'd been a LITTLE shaky earlier, but he'd gotten caught up in the initiation and the excitement of passing and, well, he probably could have stopped it if he'd really been consciously thinking. As it was, he managed to at least get closer to the ground before he pitched forward the rest of the way, his back tensing and his arms and legs shaking.
Scout rushed forward to stand near him, since there were people here who knew how to help, and Jacob turned to Roman.
"I know he's told you, but...this IS par for the course. Best we can do is make sure he doesn't hurt himself worse." He was a little worried about the shoulder getting banged up more, but well. There wasn't a whole lot they COULD do.
"Should be over fast at least." Jacob frowned, looking anxious himself, even though he was clearly trying to breathe deeply. The fact he was clenching and unclenching his fists clearly demonstrated that, but...
"Best we can do is wait it out. He's got prevention meds but at this stage it'd do more harm than good to try getting in and getting it in him. If he's just lost part of his control, he could still do it, or let someone else, but right now..." he winced as Scout tugged what looked like a spray out of Emmett's pocket.
"We'll do that when he's out of this, make sure it's all okay. To be honest, seems like he's done better with you. It's probably calmer there."