Seizing Freedom

Mike

We started off the weekend sleeping in then getting a little carried away before we got out of bed. I grabbed my phone as Ty went for a shower. I had a message from Andre and opened it already knowing what to expect.

Andre: Jesus, I'm pretty sure they can hear you three houses down.

After reading the message I tried not to blush as I shoved the phone into my pocket.

I grab Louise's bowl and feed her as I wait for the coffee to be done. She rubs up against my leg and meows as I set her bowl down.

I take a mug out of the cupboard and pour a cup of coffee. Tyler always jokes that I have no tastebuds since I drink it black. I'm pretty sure if he could drink it there would be more cream and sugar in it than coffee.

I don't know, I like to taste the coffee itself, the stronger the better.

As I head to the living room and set down my cup I hear a loud bang from the bathroom.

I almost trip over my own feet as I run down the hall and find Ty seizing on the bathroom floor.

I start the timer and turn him over then check to see if he hit anything on the way down.

I don't see any blood other than from his mouth, which doesn't surprise me.

It's hard to tell, but I don't think he hit anything.

Thankfully he's smart enough to shower with the door open, if he would have fell through the glass this would have been a lot worse.

After putting a towel under his head I go grab one of his pills then stick it in his cheek. The seizure only lasts another minute after that and he falls forward and starts to snore.

The new med seemed to work great the first time, hopefully it keeps doing the same and he doesn't have to deal with being so scared when he wakes up anymore. At least now I don't have to get as far away as possible, I can sit beside him and not worry that he's going to swing at me.

When he opens his eyes they still look glassy but he doesn't have that horrible panicked look on his face anymore. He still looks confused which is understandable only now he's a lot calmer.

"Ty can you hear me?" I ask and he slowly looks up at me.

He closes his eyes for a few seconds then starts to roll over and try to push himself up.

"Wait, don't rush yourself." I insist but he turns, quickly grabs the garbage can, and throws up.

"Oh, shit." I mutter and rub his back trying to hold him upright as he sways.