Capetonification

I saw something dark today.
A guy I work with had an epileptic fit.
Now granted, it's pretty tame in comparison to folks dying, or babies being flung headfirst against a wall, but the sight is eerie nonetheless.

It started with a tormented howl. Maybe like the guy had stubbed his toe or something. I turned around and saw him leaning face first into the brick wall next to his desk, eyes squinting in what seemed pain.
I reacted quickly, and was next to him in seconds, while colleagues watched.
"He's having a seizure again." I heard someone say as I pulled in close. "Put him on his side." Said the same guy.
I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him into me from behind.
He kicked stiff.
I struggled to tip him into me.
I twisted and he rocked over, still as stiff as a 16-year olds erection.
As gently as possible, I lowered his stricken body to the carpet. I tipped him on his side, and stuck my knee in the small of his back and pinned him down from the top with my hands.
And then he started convulsing.
Kicking back and forth.
Grunting, mewling, teeth clenched tight.
It was shitty to watch.
By this time, the rest of the office had gathered.
One of the directors, the calmest guy on the planet, joined my side.
"Let him ride it out." he said. Or something to that effect. "There's nothing you can do."
And so we watched.
The struggling, convulsing and tossing went on for a while. It looked like he was in pain, and it was shooting throughout his whole body. He wasn't in our world anymore.
At some point he pissed himself.
The director silently stood up and fetched some towels that we padded around his crotch and ass.
Eventually the seizure petered out and he returned, bit by bit, to the world.
An ambulance was called.
He sat up, looking at us with wide eyes. There was faint recognition there. He looked silently from face to face.
There was blood on his lips, and he put his fingers into his mouth. He must've tasted it. The bleeding seemed to have stopped because his fingers came away covered in spit only.
Time passed. He stood up. The director followed him into the other room.
And that's where I left.
The ambulance arrived and collected him.
I returned to my desk and checked some email.
And the day seemed to carry on as normal.
But I didn't feel very normal after that.