Levi.
Why is he so mad? What the hell happened?
“Sir, you have to calm down. We cannot let anyone in except immediate family for now,” a deeper voice responds.
“This is bullshit. She’s my girlfriend and we live together.” Levi’s voice is dripping with venom. “I know this wasn’t a normal seizure. I saw what the paramedics had to do, what they said.”
No. It couldn’t have happened. Not when I was about to hit one year of not having a seizure like my first.
Finally managing to flutter my eyes open, I take a moment to focus on my surroundings, showing me the hospital room I’m in. My breathing becomes shallow. Anxiety, embarrassment, and fear hit me all at once. The beeping from before intensifies, and I look over to find that my heart rate is spiking.
Two nurses rush in, telling me everything’s okay.
“What happened?” Tears stream down my face.
“Miss, please, we need you to relax,” one of them says calmly.
I know she’s right, but all of my common sense has flown out the window.
“Is she awake? Let me see her now!”
His voice is the only familiar thing in this place, and I need him.
“Levi.” I look over at the male nurse. “Let him in. If you want me to calm down, bring him here,” I say as firmly as I can.
He nods and runs to the hall. A couple of seconds later, a panicked Levi comes into the room and breathes out a sigh of relief at the sight of me.
“Baby,” he whispers.
And that one word retches a sob out of me. I’m not in control of my emotions, and I can’t remember what happened to me. I don’t know how long I’ve been here or what he saw.
Levi runs and hunches over, hugging me as I clutch him as tight as I can with my limited strength.
Another sob pours out.
“I’m right here, baby. I’m not going anywhere. You’re okay.” Levi kisses the top of my head.
I shake my head against his chest. “What happened?”
He pulls away from me just enough to meet my eyes. “You don’t remember anything?”
Feeling my bottom lip tremble, I say tightly, “No. I’ll remember later, but it could take me a while.”
Levi then avoids my eyes. “I should call the doctor in to tell you.”
Lifting my right arm where my IV is attached, I grab his face and force him to look at me. “How bad was it?”
His eyes fill with tears. “Please, baby. Let me get the doctor.”
My boyfriend’s throat bobs harshly with a swallow, and I know he’s at his limit. If he explains what happened, he’ll break down. Meaning, it was worse than it had been last time.
I give him a dip of my chin.
A couple of minutes later, the doctor’s telling me that I had a seizure, as I already suspected and knew. What I didn’t guess is that I had two. The first ended before the paramedics got to King’s Wolf, lasting for about four minutes, and another when they got there, lasting a little under a minute. The paramedics had to give me the highest dose of lorazepam to stop the second episode. The seizures could’ve caused permanent damage if they went on any longer. Thankfully, that wasn’t the case. However, I know that they’ll conduct numerous tests to ensure I’m fine as soon as we finish speaking. I’m drowsy, exhausted, emotional, and my memory is a mess, but the medicine helped.
I got lucky.
Levi sits beside me and holds my hand throughout the entire explanation. He squeezes it, and I glance over at him as he gives me a small smile, his eyes still watery. He had to witness my firsttime being in status epilepticus. It’s an epileptic’s worst fear, other than sudden unexpected death in epilepsy.
