He swallowed and tried to turn his head, but when he did, his world cantered off to the side. He had to squeeze his eyes shut to keep the nausea from rushing up his throat. “The feeling will pass,” Brian said. “Don't try to move for a few more minutes.” “W...what did they give me?” Sean asked, his voice husky, grating. “A drug called tenerse. Once you Transition, you won't be able to live without it.” Forcing his eyes open, Sean grabbed two fistfuls of the sheet beneath him and moved his vision to his father. “You get addicted to it?” Brian nodded. “In a manner of speaking. It's not a narcotic, though. Don't consider it in that light. Think of it as preventative medicine. Something like a drug to keep your blood pressure under control, or like insulin for a diabetic.” With effort, Sean lifted his hand and rubbed his forehead. “I hurt.” “I would imagine so. That was one hell of a seizure you had, lad.” At the word “seizure,” Sean's brow furrowed. “What caused it?”
