Just a moment, he said, and it wasn’t an answer. Tucker rolled his eyes, muttering a “Just-a-moment-aphyl doesn’t seem to be a fucking medication on these shelves” under his breath before he heard something. There was a glimpse of movement from the corner of his eye, and he wondered if Miles slipped because he was grabbing the cabinets and—

“Holy shit!”

How he managed to not scream it, he didn’t know; Tucker hissed it through clenched teeth as he rushed over to his side. What the – He looked around to see if anyone shot him, if there was some electrical bullshit because this was in-fucking-sane, but nothing.

A seizure. This guy was having a fucking seizure and—

--And Tucker had no goddamn clue what to do.

Okay, well, he had one idea what to do, if only because he saw it in a movie. Dropping to his knees and ripping off one of his gloves, he shoved it the guy’s mouth so he wouldn’t bite off his tongue; the urge to just reach in there and grab it was beaten only by the knowledge that human jaws could clench and he would just bite off his fingers instead. Fuck, fuck, now what? He stuck his hand under his head so he wouldn’t crack his skull open, and shit, he was going to be carrying him back again, wasn’t he? Why couldn’t they just have one freaking good mission?

“Miles!” he hissed. “Miles, c’mon. Come on, come back. Miles! Miles, can you fucking hear me?!”