Gripping the desk in front of him, he began to feel the floor drop away and the world follow with it. He’d read the warning label and understood that this was a possibility, though never believed the would fall afoul of the side effects – they were always something that either happened to other people or, more likely, never happened at all but were included through some obligation to warn patients not to treat their medication lightly. The luminance of his computer screen made his appearance pallid, flattening the features of his face but still betraying the dark rings around his eyes, whilst his black clothing created the illusion of a disembodied head, floating in front of his computer screen, eyes closed and breathing heavily waiting for this wave of anxiety to subside and with it, he prayed, the symptoms he desperately sought to escape.