He came to on the floor. He couldn’t open his eyes or move his limbs. Someone’s jacket…maybe his own?…was under his head. He knew this feeling. He hadn’t had an attack for years, not since his Blighty for a few weeks in ‘15. He stopped trying to move and just concentrated on his breathing…in and out, in and out.
Over him, people were talking.
Max. “He was shaken up, watching you chaps downstairs,” the doctor said. “I thought he was going to pass out down there, actually. He went as white as a sheet.”
Lew. “I didn’t notice. What happened?”
“It was while he was watching Fenn do the…” there was a pause that Alec filled by imagining Max waving his hands vaguely…”the thing. Heal her. That. One minute he was right as rain. The next minute he looked queasy.”
Someone took his hand. He recogni
