Page 135 of Knot Their Fated M.U.S.E

The attempted verbalization dissolves into slurred nonsense that suggests pharmaceutical interference with cognitive function and motor control beyond normal parameters for enhanced recovery and systematic adaptation.

Sable stops walking immediately, his enhanced senses detecting abnormality in my speech pattern despite suspended positioning that should limit direct observation of physical condition and neurological function.

"Repeat that," he instructs with judicial authority that expects compliance despite my obvious struggle with basic communication and cognitive processing.

I try again, forcing concentration through fog that seems to thicken with each attempted syllable.

But the words emerge as unintelligible mixture of linguistic elements—either foreign language triggered by pharmaceutical confusion or complete motor control failure that renders speech impossible despite conscious intention and systematic effort.

Recognition flickers across Sable's features as understanding crystallizes regarding impending medical emergency that transcends simple fatigue or pharmaceutical adjustment.

His movement proves swift and precise—judicial efficiency applied to Omega protection as he lowers me toward horizontal positioning with careful control that prioritizes safety over continued mobility or tactical advance.

But the tremors begin before my feet can find purchase against concrete flooring.

Starting subtle—minor muscle fasciculation that might be dismissed as fatigue or pharmaceutical adjustment under different circumstances. Then building with exponential intensity that transforms minor neurological hiccup into comprehensive system failure.

My body begins shaking with violence that overwhelms conscious control, enhanced physiology betraying systematic conditioning through biological rebellion against chemical override and pharmaceutical manipulation.

The tremors cascade through interconnected systems with seismic force—arms jerking with puppet-like movements that render fine motor control meaningless, legs spasming against concrete with impacts that would damage normal bone structure.

Eyes rolling backward without conscious direction as autonomic function struggles against pharmaceutical interference that pushes enhanced biology beyond safe operational parameters.

Vision disappears into neurological static—white noise that replaces visual input with electrical chaos generated by overstimulated neural pathways and systematic chemical imbalance.

The seizure rides through my body like an electrical storm unleashed within confined space, every nerve ending firing with uncontrolled intensity that makes coherent thought impossible.

This isn't my first experience with pharmaceutical seizures—institutional conditioning included systematic exposure to neurological episodes triggered by chemical enhancement and biological override. But years of external existence without such episodes had created a false sense of security regarding enhanced stability and systematic adaptation.

The seizure proves more severe than previous episodes, suggesting either pharmaceutical tolerance requiring higher doses or cumulative damage from repeated chemical manipulation and biological stress.

My consciousness fragments into discrete moments of awareness separated by electrical chaos—brief glimpses of reality punctuated by neurological storms that render experience discontinuous and increasingly distant.

I fight against the darkness threatening to consume cognitive function entirely.

Enhanced training emphasizes maintaining awareness during medical crisis, preserving tactical assessment capability despite biological failure and systematic breakdown. But pharmaceutical enhancement creates seizure intensity that challenges even enhanced mental resilience and systematic conditioning.

The sensation of falling through infinite space while simultaneously being electrocuted from within defies adequate description.

Every muscle contracts with unnatural force while nervous system fires random signals that create sensation of burning alive while drowning in darkness that tastes like copper and institutional antiseptic.

I can hear voices penetrating electrical chaos—distant calls that reach through neurological storm with emotional intensity that transcends simple medical concern.

Maverick's electronic presence maintains a steady stream of biological data through transmitter connection, clinical observations delivered with increasing urgency as pharmaceutical seizure exceeds normal parameters for enhanced recovery and systematic adaptation.

"Neural activity spiking beyond sustainable levels," his voice provides distant anchor point during electrical chaos. "Cardiovascular stress approaching critical thresholds. Enhanced healing struggling to compensate for pharmaceutical overload."

His clinical assessment reaches me through layers of neurological interference, professional concern for subject whose biology operates beyond normal human parameters yet remains vulnerable to systematic enhancement and chemical manipulation.

But physical Alphas provide different comfort—presence that penetrates electrical storm through proximity and pack connection rather than technological mediation and remote monitoring.

Sable's voice carries judicial calm despite obvious concern, authoritative tone that speaks to experience with crisis management and tactical assessment under extreme circumstances.

"You're safe, Omega. We're here. Your body will stabilize—enhanced healing is already compensating for pharmaceutical interference."

His words reach through electrical chaos with emotional weight that transcends simple medical reassurance.

Recognition of pack protection and Alpha presence, acknowledgment that seizure represents temporary biologicalfailure rather than permanent damage or systematic breakdown beyond recovery.

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