A/N: I just realized that all of the formatting on this story got messed up when I tried to post it so I had to go back and fix all of the previous chapters. Hopefully the story will be a little easier to read when you can see which lines are spoken, which are thoughts and what is just background info. Sorry for the confusion, everyone.

A/N #2: This chapter, the previous one, and the one to follow are probably going to be a little short, but that allows me to post faster.

Medical Emergency

452 was laying on the cold, hard ground shaking when 494 found her. She never showed up for their "date" so he'd waited for a while and then became worried. He looked for her in all her usual spots, and when he couldn't find her he began to search outside. The woods were the last place he had thought to look, but here she was. Her clothes were dirty and from the tear tracks running down her face it was obvious she'd been crying. 494 thought she had just fallen asleep and was shivering from the coolness in the air, so he gently picked her up and carried her back to her room.

As he laid her down on the bed a crumpled piece of paper fell from her hand and landed on the floor next to his foot. He was about to pick it up when he was distracted; 452's shaking began to get stronger. Oh shit, she's seizing! Without another thought he turned and sprinted down the hall to 412's cell. He was in too much of a hurry to bother knocking so he just barged in, hauled her out of bed, grabbed her emergency medical kit and began pulling her down the hall towards 452's room.

"Sir, what's going on?" 412 asked in confusion. One minute she had been sound asleep and the next she was halfway down the hall trying desperately not to trip and fall in her CO's hurry to get somewhere.

"Help her" 494 growled, literally throwing her towards 452's bed. He didn't mean to sound so gruff, but 494 was scared and he wasn't sure why.

"Oh!" 452 exclaimed when she finally realized what was going on. It was nothing out of the ordinary for an X5 to have a seizure; they all suffered from a minor serotonin imbalance – one of the side effects of trying to mix so many DNA strands together. It was rare though for them to be this strong though. 452 was shaking so hard now that the bed was banging against the wall and she'd knocked the lamp off her bedside table as she flailed around. 412 knew she had to get the girl sedated before she could do any more damage to herself or the room. "Sir! A little help here, please" she said looking over at her CO.

494 crawled up onto the bed behind the shaking girl. He pulled 452 into a sitting position with her back against his chest and wrapped both his arms and legs around her in an attempt to keep her still. Once he had her somewhat immobile 412 administered the shot she had prepared. "This is a liquid form of Tryptophan that Manticore created for it's soldiers to use when they are out in the field. It usually helps diminish the seizures, but with as bad as 452 is, there are no guarantees. We're just going to have to wait and see, Sir." 494 nodded at the medic, but he continued to hold 452 for another hour or so until the shaking had stopped completely.

"I need to check her vital signs, Sir." 412 said quietly. 494 nodded and reluctantly relinquished his hold on his 2IC. He laid her back down very carefully and then walked across the room to wait for 412 to finish. Without even realizing it, he began to pace back and forth. 494 couldn't figure out why he was so upset; he'd seen other X5s seize before. Heck, it'd even happened to him once or twice, but this was different. Watching 452 lying there shaking out of control and then sitting there holding her not knowing if they were going to get it stopped in time, had driven him nearly mad with worry. "She's going to be ok, Sir." 412 said, touching 494's arm to get his attention. "She's starting to come around. I can stay with her for a while longer, if you'd like."

494 looked down at the medic then grinned, "That's ok, 412. I'll stay. You go back to bed now. If you stay here much longer looking like that, there's going to be rumors flying about you and 452."

412 looked down and blushed. The CO had pulled her out of bed and into 452's room so fast she hadn't had time to dress, she'd been standing around for the last hour clad only in a sports bra and panties. With as much dignity as she could muster, 412 picked up her med kit and calmly walked out the door. Once in the hall though, she made a mad dash for her room.