By the time she got to the living room she already had the sickening feeling that it was too late. Well, her body had warned her after the fight with Max. She should have taken care of it then, but she ignored it. The tremors had started to come on very lightly while she was on the computer, but once again she ignored it. It was time to pay. She was just hoping that she could get to her meds before the seizures came on full force.
Her gym bag was still on the living room floor. Sheer luck had kept it from getting crushed during her little melee with Max. Her hands were already shaking, and she knew she had maybe a minute before she would be in the fetal position unable to stop the seizure. She could hear the others coming into the room, but they seemed miles away.
There wasn't time for dignified sitting on the couch and carefully looking for her med case. She dropped to her knees, barely able to stand on her own anyways. She got the bag open. Voices behind her. Unimportant. God, where is it?
"Alicia?" Zack was calling to her. Close to her. Was he touching her? She couldn't explain. Her hands would barely function. The shaking was taking over her whole body. There it is.
She pulled out a flat red leather case, but her hands wouldn't hold it. Dark hands suddenly took it from her. Bling. She tried to protest, to tell him, but she couldn't make the words form. Arms around her. Falling. Too late.
Bling unzipped the case, and saw four pre-filled syringes inside. He pulled one out, looking at the light blue liquid inside. The seizing girl couldn't talk but he could take a wild guess as to what the liquid was for. He pushed the syringe in her arm, and deployed it. Almost immediately the seizure stopped. Her eyes fluttered, and she went limp.
Zack caught her as she fell back. He had thought his heart was going to stop when she had suddenly dropped to her knees. She had walked out of the room like nothing was wrong. Why hadn't he seen it? Because she had been trained very well to hide any weakness. He had knelt besides her, not realizing what she was trying to do until he saw how bad she was shaking.
The seizure was over, but she was unconscious now. Whatever was in the syringe, it was powerful stuff.
"Alicia?" he said loudly, touching her face lightly. He couldn't see Max's eyes widen at such an intimate gesture. Were they? No way possible.
"Mmmm…" she stirred somewhat, and then was gone again.
"There's probably a sedative of some kind in there," Bling said, looking at the empty syringe. "The meds kill the seizure, and then something forces them to rest to prevent a reoccurrence."
"Let's put her in the guest room," Logan said hesitantly. Zack looked like a dog guarding a bone over the girl, and he didn't want to anger him unnecessarily. Max's eyes flashed a warning to him, but he ignored it. She obviously wanted to throw Alicia off of the roof if possible. Logan couldn't really blame her. It was hard to look at the nightmare version of what could have happened to yourself. Alicia was very smart and tough, just like Max. She was what a fully trained Max would have been.
Zack picked Alicia up easily. Had she always been this light? Bling had stepped forward to help, worrying about Zack breaking some stitches, but Zack's look alone stopped him. Kid's got it bad for her, he thought. He backed off.
Zack put her in the bed, and watched her for a few minutes. Max and Logan had gone back to the living room. Alicia's face still showed the tension from the seizure. Zack couldn't help but think about the last time he'd seen her sleeping. She'd looked so peaceful lying on his shoulder, her arm draped across his chest. Without even meaning too, he'd gone back to the bed, leaned over, and kissed her softly. She made a small noise, almost a purr, and when he pulled back, the tension seemed to have dissipated.
From the doorway Bling stepped back, and quietly left before Zack saw him.