InsaneJournal

Current location:	alec_solo, chicago
Current mood:	sick
Entry tags:	introduction_powers

Fallen
Alec's chest felt like it was on fire - like a million and one fire ants were trying to eat him alive from the inside out. He couldn't breathe, couldn't stop the painful shudders racking his already fragile frame, and he was damn sure he wasn't supposed to be coughing blood.

Jesus Christ.

It was a mistake to go into work - to try and do his shift, he should have listened to Toby when he'd told Alec to go back to bed. Alec muffled another cough and hissed in a slow painful breath, wondering if it was normal to feel like your ribs were broken when they weren't.

It was weird: the worst his health got, the better his cancer patient seemed to get.

Not that Alec was able to put two and two together to make four let alone stay upright for very long. He missed the door he was reaching for by an inch and hissed in another breath as he hit the ground, blinking his eyes as the hall blurred and the worried voices of his co-workers were drowned out by the rushing of blood in his ears.

It felt like dying.

Alec warred against the overwhelming suffocating sensation of being smothered by an unseen force until it got too much and the doctor's eyes fluttered as he fought the battle for consciousness. It wasn't enough and eventually he lost the war, slipping into blackness, pain ebbing away as he did so.

The only fortunate thing about this whole thing was where Alec had fallen, he was in good hands.