Chapter 22

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Frustration, annoyance, or fatigue, Kurt wasn’t sure which one was winning. He arrived back at the SPAWAR office in Portsmouth and had to ask where Mike was because he was nowhere in sight. Kurt headed down a corridor and opened the specified door.

He made it one step into the room before he realized Mike was lying on the floor, back arched, arms and legs stiff, eyes rolled back. Kurt yanked the door back open and yelled down the hallway. “Somebody call an ambulance! Now! Rousseau is unconscious.” He dropped to his knees and pressed a couple of fingers to Mike’s throat. There was a rapid erratic pulse. Mother of God, Mike’s lips had a bluish cast. A few seconds later, Mike’s body began to jerk.

Kurt pulled Mike into his arms, trying to prevent him from hurting himself as his body spasmed and flailed.

Givens came into the office. “Oh fuck,” he muttered. “An ambulance is on the way. Is this because of his head injury?”

“I don’t know.” Kurt was trying hard not to panic.