Hours went by and things went from bad to worse for Jay.
It was just after 1:30 pm, all the colleagues had gone to lunch and would be back at about 2:30 pm. They had decided to try the new venue that had opened a few weeks earlier a few blocks from their district.
He said he was full. He told the truth, that he had received a present from his brother, a cake, and that he had eaten it almost completely, so he did not feel like having lunch at that moment. He said he would wait for them there in the office.
All of a sudden, however, he felt terribly tired, which was odd because he had slept like a baby the night before, which was rarely the case because of his PTSD.
Struggling to keep his eyes open, yawning a lot, he decided to go to the relaxation room and lie down for a while. There was nothing wrong with doing it. The thing was, he wasn't feeling well at all.
Nothing in particular, but it felt strange.
Within seconds he fell asleep.
He woke with a start nearly an hour later. Looking at his watch he realized that his colleagues would soon be returning. He had to get up, he didn't want to and couldn't be seen like that by others. They would start asking questions. It was already unusual that he hadn't gone to lunch with them. Jay was, as they say, a good fork.
He decided to get up and go and wash his face.
Suddenly he felt dizzy, he was skidding, like a reed in the wind. Sweat began to run down his forehead and down his body. Within seconds he found himself soaking wet.
He went into the bathroom moving slowly and with difficulty, washed his face and put on another T-shirt that he kept as a spare for any eventuality.
The situation escalated in an instant. His head began to whirl, his breathing became increasingly labored and various black dots danced in front of his eyes. Within seconds he found himself lying on the floor.