Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20140401010735/@comment-24487330-20140917181032

...About fifteen minutes after he had fallen asleep, Camo's eyes snapped open, and he drew in a slight gasp. Looking around, he saw the rest of his team around the campsite, each engaged in some activity of their own. He sat up with a groan and tried to wake himself up, assuming that at least one of them would want an explanation. Even if they didn't ask, he felt obligated to tell them about his condition, and he'd apologize for nodding off before launching into his confession:

"It's chronic narcolepsy," the archer would admit reluctantly. "It's a genetics thing; my grand-dad and my old man both grew up with it, and I've been dealing with it since I was seven...There's a good chance I'll grow out of it at some point, like they did before me, but until then, I need to hope that it doesn't happen when I'm on assignment. I meant to tell you sooner, but things happened, and I lost sight of it for a while...Just please, please don't tell anyone else. If word gets out that I could doze off in the middle of a mission, I'll never graduate...Besides, I'm taking medicine to help manage the effects..."