After a few more moments, he had mostly caught his breath. He still felt like the subway had run over him rather than him just collapsing on it. Everything hurt to move and his head was still unpleasantly swimming, but he felt a little more alive again.

"I have-- anti-seizure medication. Immuno-suppressants," he listed. Get the big two out of the way. "Heart medication. Steroids. Pain pills I don't usually use. Sleeping pills I don't take."

He swallowed and let his briefcase fall from his lap down onto the bench in front of him, feeling relaxed enough to let it go.

"Doesn't really matter when it wants to happen. I just get lucky sometimes."