James awoke in... Wait, a hospital bed? How the hell did he get in the infirmary. Looking around, now sat bolt upright, he spotted Aaron sitting a little ways away, looking slightly panicked. 
[b]"Did you carry me here? Maybe I should have told you guys before that I-"[/b] he stopped mid sentence, suddenly feeling light headed and slightly ill. Like hell it was happening again. The gym incident was caused by something he called "CPUO" standing for "Central Processing Unit Overload". Maybe it was a good idea to explain that to Aaron for future reference.
[b]I might as well let you know what happened."[/b] he began, looking at him directly.
[b]"That is an event I called CPU Overload, and it is the process in which my brain enters a safety mode to prevent overexposure to the massive calculations I must complete to use my power. Every hour, I must complete 12-15 equations and calculations using between 30-190 million characters. Due to this, my mind will slowly unravel and eventually be destroyed. The process that occurred was a level 2 occurrence at about 13% capacity. The highest I can go is level 5, which at 100% has the capacity to destroy a city the size of London. Anywhere between level 1 to 3 is normal, is just me expelling any excess data. Levels 4-5 are extreme, and can only be activated on command."[/b] he finished, slightly out of breath because of the explanation he just recited. Hopefully that would clear things up, but... Maybe not. If anything that would do for now. Maybe. And James laid back down, looking up and falling asleep. His job was an EMT, so staying in the infirmary wouldn't be a bad thing.