Sandrine**Wow, ok so this is the first chapter that I have ever hand written before actually posting it. That is some interesting stuff right there. I am one who enjoys stuff happening right off in the beginning of the story. So. A great deal of foreshadowing is occurring in this chapter. Pay attention.**

TERMINAL CITY TRANSHUMAN WING JOSHUAS BUNKER

Max looked at her hands, which had now begun to wobble to and fro. Joshua was still talking about 'Silent Wave' and hadn't taken notice of her strange behavior.

"What does Max think?" Joshua questioned her in third person, a habit that was unlikely to ever be broken. Max had always figured that Joshua had acquired that habit for living alone so long inside of Manticores basements. After all, talking in third person probably made it really feel that there was a third person present.

"I'm sorry Big-Fella. I gotta cut this visit a little short.. I'm not feelin' too hot."

It took everything that Max had to hold her muscles in place, she couldn't break out into a seizure; not here, not now, not with Joshua who couldn't know what to do because for some reason not one Transhuman ever caught a seizure. Max felt the heated beads of sweat begin to trickle down from her scalp creating a trail on the back of her neck. She had just made it to the doorway when her body snapped like a rubber band. It wasn't going to let Max control it, oh no. She didn't know how she had gotten there but somehow she had wound up on the cold tile floor.

Joshua's face was lined with concern for his friend. Just as she thought, he didn't have a clue. "Max! What does Joshua do?!"

She grimaced as sharp strokes of pain lashed up and down her spine with every convolution. Through tightly clamped teeth she answered, "I need Triptophyn. Find another Transgenic."

Joshua started to look down the hallway, empty. Everyone was probably doing their duties. This week a Hospital Wing was being put into place. Max continued to shake violently. Joshua came back into the room, "Joshua can't find genic."

Max answered him through struggled breaths, "Milk. Find milk."

Joshua looked in thought for a moment or two then left the room. Max was alone on the floor twitching and thrashing in different intervals. Just then, a pure white furred cat transhuman entered the room with Joshua. Her sapphire eyes were bright and alert. Ears twitching this way and that while she spoke to Joshua in a soft voice. "Get her head up dog boy."
Joshua growled a little at the remark but did as he was told. The young woman was holding a full jar of goats' milk, something very hard to get right now seeing as the goats at Terminal City were only at the high number of four. Max clutched the jar with trembling fingers and began to gulp down the smooth liquid as fast as she could. Minutes later, her body was down to minimal twitching.

"Joshua will tell Sandrine." Sandrine was soon to be head of the medical department.

Max's voice was a little louder than she had intended, "No!" She calmed her voice as Joshua looked back at her startled. "No. You can't let anyone know. I don't want this to get back to Logan or anyone on the committee. I can't have people hovering around me 24/7 wondering when I'm going to break."

Joshua could see in his eyes that he didn't understand her meaning. After all he had only just witnessed one seizure. What he didn't know was that for the past month, Max had been awake in the night in her room suffering privately with her fits. She was out of meds, with no milk or anything that could aid her. Max wouldn't allow herself to be watched over and coddled like a piece of precious porcelain. Joshua crouched back to where he was and took the empty jar.

A white velvet like hand grabbed Max's fingers and hoisted her from the floor. "The Committee is having a meeting in 5 minutes. I think they would be suspicious if they're leader didn't show up."

"Thanks." Max muttered. She didn't know this feline woman and as if reading her thoughts the other mentioned her name.

"Katrina. Obviously feline sub-species. I was a mistake until the good old docs at Manticore figured out that I was the first Transhuman to hold a photographic memory." She paused a bit, "Pretty nasty side affect of being a supposed 'break through in genetic technology' huh?" Katrina was hinting towards the seizures.

"Yeah. It sucks ass. What can I say? Being a revved up super human an't what it seems." Max paused a moment. "Thanks for the milk. I appreciate it."

"No problem, like you say we're family."

Max had to make a smirk at that remark, it wasn't often that a Transhuman could get along with a Transgenic these days, much less make a joke.

"You need to get your ass to that meeting Hen." Katrina warned. "Three minutes now. Wait any longer and you'll have to blur your ass to that meetin'!"

Max fixed a strand of hair behind her hair, forgetting that her long suede brown hair was in a braid. She turned the corner out the door and was sure to wipe off the sweat and pale mustache above her lip before reaching the Conference Room.