Jack stumbled forward and hit the stop button on the elevator, then fell with a decided lack of grace against the back wall. Stupid, maybe; maybe he should have aimed for the infirmary instead, maybe he should want those doors to open as soon as possible, but he didn't. He didn't. He was out of control, completely, utterly, felt like he was losing his mind, felt like he was going to scream - and he wasn't the screaming kind - and he didn't want anybody to see him like this. Not Fraiser. Not nobody.
He closed his eyes and tried to breathe.