All the warning signs had been there, but she had ignored each and every one - the unmistakable copper taste in her mouth, the headache, the general off and fuzzy feeling. That coupled with Apollo’s immediate whine from the second she opened her eyes was a sure thing; she was going to have a seizure. She didn’t know when or where or any of the details, but it was going to come. Unfortunately, that didn’t work for her. She had an exam, one that she absolutely could not miss, and she would just need to…work through it.
That was the plan, anyway.
Rory had taken roughly double her prescribed medications, and had left Apollo at home. He wouldn’t let her take the test, would alert her and everyone else that something was amiss, and she couldn’t have that. She just had to take the test quick, and go home. Perfect plan.
Except things got worse, as they always do. She couldn’t focus, had to re-read the questions twice. Her fingers and whole arm started going numb. Her leg was twitching, and barely three questions in and it was over. Grand mal, right in the middle of her environmental science class. God, how embarrassing.
When she came to, she was in an empty classroom. Her head hurt, and she deduced she’d probably hit her head on either the desk or the floor. Or both. Probably both. Her mouth hurt too, and it only took a second for her to process that she’d bitten her tongue and cheek rather badly. She groaned, looking down at her lap to note the fireman’s jacket spread across her legs to hide the unfortunate consequences of losing control of every muscle in her body. Even worse; how could this situation get even worse?
Her head was still fuzzy, and she closed her eyes as she tilted her head back against the wall behind her. It was cold, and helped her feel a little better. She swatted away the unfamiliar hand examining the medical ID bracelet on her wrist, sighing. “Do you need a transport?” She groaned, and shook her head. God, the thought of going to the hospital was unbearable. She just needed some ice and some sleep. “I can see this isn’t your first rodeo.” She opened her eyes to roll him, and thought the EMT should be glad she was too tired to snap or hit him. “You may need some stitches.” Desk it was. That was why her head hurt so badly. “I’m going to strongly suggest at least an urgent care, and I’ll need you or your responsible part to sign that you’re declining transport to the hospital. You have two emergency contacts listed here, Donnie or–”
“Not Donnie.” Her voice was raspy, and she cleared her throat. “Alexander.” Donnie’s lecture would be a million times worse. “…and tell him to bring clothes, please.”
Work was a little slow today, honestly. He was waiting for some cultures to mature, waiting for data to get crunched, waiting for orders. Waiting, waiting, waiting. He didn’t mind too much, of course. Waiting meant he had free time to read, which was his favorite thing in the world to do--well, that he did alone.
Alex leaned over for the bag slouched under his desk, fishing through the backpack for his latest read--Modern Quantum Chemistry. Okay, so it wasn’t the most thrilling read, but he was learning a lot. It was giving him some great ideas to apply to his wo--
The buzz of his cellphone in his pocket interrupted him mid-paragraph, and he pulled it out to check the screen. He knew Rory had a test today, but she’d said she was getting a ride home from a classmate, and didn’t need him to leave work to pick her up after, but there was her name and smiling picture on his screen. Maybe her ride had backed out and she needed him to come get her after all.
“Yo, ‘sup?” He answered the phone, still sounding distracted. He was trying to re-read the paragraph while he answered her.
“Alexander Riker?” An unfamiliar male voice asked. Alex’s stomach dropped as he realized why he was getting this call.
“I’m here with Aurora Riker. She had a s--”
“Are you transporting her to the ER, or did she refuse?” Alex interrupted the EMT. He was already stuffing his book back into his bag and dragging it out from under his desk to look for his keys.
“She refused, but I ne--”
“Someone to sign the paperwork. I’ll be there in like, fifteen minutes. Don’t let her up. The dog’s name’s Apollo.”
“Goddammit. I’m on my way.”
“Change of clothes. I’ve got one in the car. Be right there.”
Alex bounded out of his lab and down the hall, open lab coat flapping behind him as he ran through the bland, bureaucratic-looking hallways of headquarters. He was going to kill Rory this time, he swore it.
True to his word, he was out of breath, but pushing open her classroom door a mere eighteen minutes later. “Hey, I’m Alex, her husband.”
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