Then the floor shifted again. I whispered, “Your Honor, I need a minute,” and Daniel gave a quiet laugh like I had just proved his entire case for him. Patricia shook her head and said, “Drama,” while Judge Hanley reminded me that the court had already been patient. I remember looking at Daniel and seeing two of him, then three, before the railing slipped out of my hand.
My shoulder hit the floor hard, but for a few seconds I barely felt it. Voices stretched into the distance, chairs scraped, and someone rushed toward me from the back benches. A tall man in a dark green uniform dropped to his knees beside me and pressed two fingers against my neck. His name tag read CARTER, and the calm expression on his face disappeared the moment he found my pulse.
“Ma’am, can you hear me?” he asked. I tried to answer, but my tongue felt heavy and my lips barely moved. Behind him, Daniel stood up and said, “She’s fine. She does this.” The man looked over his shoulder and said, “I’m Colonel Aaron Carter, U.S. Army Medical Corps,” in a voice that made the entire room go quiet.
