09-29-2016, 11:43 AM
Sage was wandering the streets but the pain in his head started interfering with his work. The nearest bench was his next target, but first he had to find his way back to one. A small map in his head displayed on the contacts he wore for such things. He rarely let the programs display anything unless necessary.
The nearest bench was in the part 3 blocks south of his current position. Sage turned around and started towards the bench in question. He could just stop on the street and lean against a tree, but the pain wasn't likely to subside quickly. This didn't feel like anything he'd ever had before. He'd had headaches most of his life because of the contraption in his head. But this was not like that.
His vision was almost blurred and it felt like his head was going to explode. Sage had no choice but to stop. He stepped out of the path of the rest of the walking commuters and leaned against a bus stop. He didn't look too out of place, at least he wouldn't have if he wasn't clutching at his head.
He could feel the stares of people as he bent over holding his head between his hands. No one stopped. He didn't expect anyone to stop - no one cared about a guy having a breakdown on the street. Most would avoid the scene at all possible. He didn't blame them. Sage sent a message to Sasha with his location. It simple said he needed help.
Edited by Sage, Sep 30 2016, 06:33 AM.
The nearest bench was in the part 3 blocks south of his current position. Sage turned around and started towards the bench in question. He could just stop on the street and lean against a tree, but the pain wasn't likely to subside quickly. This didn't feel like anything he'd ever had before. He'd had headaches most of his life because of the contraption in his head. But this was not like that.
His vision was almost blurred and it felt like his head was going to explode. Sage had no choice but to stop. He stepped out of the path of the rest of the walking commuters and leaned against a bus stop. He didn't look too out of place, at least he wouldn't have if he wasn't clutching at his head.
He could feel the stares of people as he bent over holding his head between his hands. No one stopped. He didn't expect anyone to stop - no one cared about a guy having a breakdown on the street. Most would avoid the scene at all possible. He didn't blame them. Sage sent a message to Sasha with his location. It simple said he needed help.
Edited by Sage, Sep 30 2016, 06:33 AM.
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