Events are based on something that happened to me at work one day. I just changed the characters and the setting.

And thanks to Starphyer for the quick and awesome beta!

Originally written October 2009

Disclaimer: If it's publicly recognizable, it isn't mine.

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"Shawn?"

"I think he had a seizure or something!"

"Somebody call 911!"

"Shawn, can you hear me?"

The voices sounded as if they were coming from far off. It was as if he were on one end of a tunnel and people were calling to him from the other side.

His side of the tunnel was nice and comfortable, so he figured he'd ignore them and stay right where he was.

"Shawn!"

Was he dreaming? He certainly felt comfortable enough to be asleep.

"Come on, Shawn; open your eyes."

Whoever was calling him wasn't letting up. There was no way he could sleep with that noise, so, as much as he wanted to stay right where he was, he blinked his eyes open.

Several faces came into view, all with worried expressions that abated somewhat when they saw he was awake.

He blinked again, focusing on the faces clustered above him. There was Gus, of course, and Jules. The chief and Buzz were there, too, along with a few other cops from the department.

"Can you hear me?" Juliet asked, her voice still worried.

Shawn nodded. The room continued to come back into view, and he could feel the floor under him now. Why had he thought it was so comfortable before? The hard tiles were doing nothing to make him want to stay where he was.

He started to get up, but someone put a hand on his chest. "Don't try to move just yet."

"Do you know your name?" someone else asked. Shawn thought it sounded like the chief, but he hadn't been paying attention.

"Shawn Spencer," he managed to croak. At least, it sounded like a croak to him. He cleared his throat and tried again. "Shawn." There. That was better.

"Do you know where you are?" That was Gus' voice this time. His friend looked the most worried out of everyone.

"The station. And it's Tuesday morning," he added for good measure.

Gus grinned slightly. "Good."

Shawn could hear Lassiter in the background, yelling at someone. "What do you mean make sure he's responsive? He was on the floor unconscious! Shouldn't you at least come check him out?" There was a pause, then the yelling resumed. "I don't care if we do have medical training. Your job is to respond to emergencies!" The detective sighed loudly and turned to the others. "How is he?"

"He seems to be okay," Juliet responded.

"I'm fine," Shawn assured them from his place on the floor. The last thing he wanted was an ambulance, because that meant a ride to the hospital. If there was anywhere he didn't want to be, other than a forest full of raccoons, it was the hospital.

A hand appeared and laid a wet cloth on his forehead. The cool dampness felt good against his skin.

"Really, I'm all right," Shawn said again.

"Yes; he seems to be acting normally!" Lassiter snapped into the phone. "But you still should – Fine. Yes, we'll call you if he gets worse, but if he does, you're going to regret not coming out sooner!"

Shawn winced at the noise as the phone slammed into its cradle.

"Let's try to get you up," Buzz said. He and another officer reached down and gently put their hands under Shawn's shoulders. "Ready?"

With their help, Shawn stumbled to his feet. Someone pressed a cup of water into his hand while the policemen helped him to a chair.

The small crowd stayed around him, until Lassiter shooed most of them away. "All right, people, this isn't a sightseeing trip! Get back to your jobs!"

"What happened?" Juliet asked. "Has this ever happened before?"

"No." Shawn shook his head gently. He could feel a major headache coming on. "I can't remember it ever happening before. The room just started spinning, and I woke up on the ground."

Gus sighed. "I bet it was that medicine."

"What medicine?"

"Shawn was coming down with a cold this morning, so he went out and bought some generic brand medicine at the store. I told him not to take it before working; the box lists dizziness as a side effect. And you shouldn't take unfamiliar medicine before doing something like working."

Shawn sighed. "Gus, quit being such a gummy bear. I'm fine."

"Yeah, Shawn, that's why you passed out on the floor just now."

"I didn't pass out. I was making sure it was up to safety standards. You know, most accidents occur because the floors aren't properly insulated."

"No, they don't. And that didn't even make sense."

"Of course it did."

"I think he'll be fine." Gus shook his head.

"See, what'd I tell you? Can I get back to work now?"

"No, Shawn, you can't get back to work. You're going home to rest."

"But, Gus," Shawn whined, "I'm fine. You said so yourself."

"Mr. Spencer," the chief spoke up. "I'm not allowing you to exert yourself after what just happened. I'm ordering you to get some rest for the remainder of the day. If you feel up to it, you can come in tomorrow."

"All right," Shawn sighed. "Let's go, Gus." He started to stand from the chair, but teetered a little.

Gus grabbed his arm. "Come on, Shawn."

As the two exited the building, Shawn called back over his shoulder. "Don't forget; your floor probably needs to be re-insulated!"