Who: Ben/X5-493, John Crichton and OPEN
What: Ben has accidentally skipped enough doses of his supplement to induce a seizure
When: February 14, the morning after the I've Got You, Babe flood ends
Where: In the halls on level one near the Dining Hall, then later infirmary spam
Warnings: TW: seizures, dangerous medical emergencies.
Notes: Slightly forward-dated, and slightly non-standard to allow for all aspects of the emergency without clogging up reading pages. Spam and prose both acceptable, network threadstarter should be treated exactly like a network post.

Crichton was meandering towards the Dining Hall, having finally regained his appetite after all that had gone down with the flood. Ugh, he’s lucky his liver was still functioning after all that, or his brain for that matter.

Ahead of him in the hall he saw someone on the ground out in the hall, huddled against the wall. And they were shaking all over...no, they were having a seizure! The adrenaline hit his system instantly. He tore down the hall and slid to a stop next to the prone figure of none other than Ben.

“Ben! Can you hear me?!”

He knelt at Ben’s side, looking him over but not trying to touch him. So far the seizing man was still breathing, and not yet heaving. But his head was bouncing violently off the wall, and Crichton still wasn’t getting a response.

“Son of a bitch.”

Crichton ripped off his leather vest and wedged it under Bens head. It was all he could do, that and call for someone to get their ass down here from the infirmary.

“Hang in there buddy,” he said, more to soothe himself than for Ben to hear.

He pulled out his communicator and prepared to call.

“Hang in there.”