Zzzap being drugged

Shelly and Sorensen looked at him. Sorensen’s eyes flitted to the coffee mug.
“You ****ers,” Barry said.
He focused inside himself, reached for the trigger in his cells that would turn him back into Zzzap, and the yawn pushed its way out. He tried to shove the wheelchair away from the table but his hands slipped and his head dropped. He heaved his chin back up, clenched his eyes shut, and tried to force the change. The trigger stayed just out of reach, and he realized he couldn’t pry his eyes back open.
He heard a clatter and felt something warm on his forehead. His last clear thought was that he’d collapsed in his scrambled eggs and it was a waste of perfectly good bacon.
There were voices he couldn’t understand, a sense of movement, and his final shreds of consciousness faded to black.

Excerpt From Ex-Patriots, pg 247
Peter Clines
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