Tucker heard that thunk of sudden head-to-floor acquaintance, and looked back worriedly. Shit, he was going to have to carry him, wasn't he? Piggy-back this shit? He could, or at least he was pretty sure he could, but this was going to slow them the fuck down by a million times. And if they were caught--

Nope. Not going there.

And maybe it was the brain slog or something, but -- "You don't exactly sound surprised that you had a fucking seizure," he hissed, looking back at him slowly. Get that vomit out now, because if you puke on me I'm so kicking your ass. "Dude, did you know this could happen? Did you fucking know and didn't tell me?"