It was breakfast as usual for us this morning, when we took a lift right to the basement.

Just as the lift door parted, the man outside who was munching his breakfast and carrying a cup of hot coffee seemed all ready to step in as we were ready to exit out.

The 3 of us had yet to walk out when he suddenly fell flat on his back.

His eyes were flickering and he spasmed for a few seconds before we all reacted(Stephanie was already walking out before she noticed someone fell, and Daniel and I were just taken aback by what we saw).

I was wondering if he was having fits(then that means have to react by digging the food out, and let him bite on someone’s sweater), or an heart attack(a hard pat to the chest, or try to make him cough). And then I was afraid he was going to choke on his bun.

When he fell, his cup of coffee(thankfully quite tightly capped) spilled to his face, and his long-sleeved shirt. He could have scalded himself.

We quickly ran towards him(after a couple of seconds of shock), and held on to him, and it was a couple of seconds that he suddenly replied us that he was okay, and that he had passed out.

I think we all heaved a sigh of relief cos… at least he looked okay and his life wasn’t in danger.

He looked utterly embarrassed, and we were pretty much worried sick.

We urged him to head to the clinic nearby and we would help him there, yet he refused.

He just got his things up, and walked into the next lift, with others who came by only after he had sat up, wondering if he had fell or something.

We deduced that HP is too stressful an environment to work in, laughs.

But whoever you are, I hope you are okay, and that it was just a simple case of low sugar level and nothing serious.

We felt like hero and heroines this morning! *Beams*

And now, I should be doing the thing I have meant to do. With a heavy heart, of course.