Who: Zane and OPEN Where: outside The End Zone When: afternoon What: recovering from a seizure Rating: PG-13-ish Warning: seizure Status: Open; tag in The dark haired bartender had felt it coming for most of the day. There was the weakness, shakiness, and it was all building up to it. Still whenever anyone asked it was just be chalked up to not feeling well. It wasn't that often Zane would admit weakness. He felt that was common with all transgenics. Actually, he could see it being true for most people.
He was only half way into his shift. It was going by so slowly because he kept looking up at the clock. He was wishing for it to be over or him to be sent off early. Which he didn't see happening because it was so busy. He didn't like leaving early, especially while it was busy and leaving others to pick up the slack. He figured he could tough it out until the end of the shift. Not that he was giving himself much of a choice.
It was another ten minutes and he decided to hit his lunch break way earlier than he usually did. He grabbed his bag from the back and went to sit outside. He took out a pill bottle. It wouldn't be his first of the day. He had taken two before going into work. His hands were jerking so badly that he couldn't open the pill. "Damnit," he said as the tremors started in the center of his body. He laid down on the bench, trying to keep relaxed as he rode through the worst of it.