He liked the rhythmn of the music,sitting there and being able to feel
the music through his veins, a shaking he could control.


Something that made him close his eyes, rock to the gentle melody.


"He's been seizing for 1/2 hour..what do you want me to do!" someone yelled
helplessly. The voices started to blend together when he sat there, rocking
back and forth, holding his arm to his chest.


When he closed his eyes, he couldn't see the people who would stop and
stare at him, the man with the gray in his hair, the one that walked
like he was drunk, shook like he was terminally nervous and never at
ease.


"Hey! You!!" the voice got in his face, pierced through the music
in his head, the tune that soothed his shaking arms, made the
waves in his stomach stop crashing.

"Aren't you a doctor?"

Paul opened his eyes slowly, and nodded."How can I help you?"