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Chenle NCT dream - epilepsy

A complex partial seizure is a type of seizure starts in a single area of the brain. This area is usually, but not always, the temporal lobe of the brain. For those with epilepsy, this is the most common type of seizure. It includes uncontrolled movement of limbs or other body parts. These seizures are usually very short, and the person having the seizure will be unaware of their surroundings. They may also become unconscious for a brief period of time.
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800 words.

It started small.

Chenle had been fine all morning—laughing at his phone, playfully nudging Jeno with his foot as they sprawled on the couch watching some variety show. It was a rare free day, a chance to do nothing at all. The others were either out or holed up in their rooms, leaving the dorm unusually quiet.

But then, somewhere between the laughter and the mindless scrolling, something shifted.

Jeno barely noticed it at first. Chenle's responses slowed, his once bright energy dimming like a light on a dying battery. His fingers trembled slightly as he reached for his water bottle but never quite picked it up. His breathing turned shallow.

And then his hand twitched. Just once. Then again.

Jeno's stomach clenched.

"Chenle?" he called softly, shifting toward him.

Chenle blinked at him, but his gaze was unfocused, as if looking through him rather than at him. His lips parted slightly, but no words came out. Instead, his head jerked to the side in an involuntary motion, his body stiffening.

Jeno dropped his phone, reaching out instinctively.

No, no, not now.

"Hey, it's okay," he murmured, keeping his voice even. He had seen this before, but it never got easier. "I'm right here."

Chenle's whole body tensed, his hands trembling as he fought against something invisible. His fingers twitched in rapid, erratic movements, and his breathing hitched, coming in shallow gasps.

Then, a choked sound left his lips. Not quite a word—just distress.

Jeno moved fast, sliding onto the floor in front of him. He placed a steadying hand on Chenle's shoulder, grounding him.

"You're safe. I've got you."

The seizure wasn't violent, but it was terrifying in its own way. Chenle's body didn't convulse, but he was trapped inside himself, lost in something Jeno couldn't reach. His head twitched again, his eyes darting frantically as if trying to make sense of his surroundings but failing.

Jeno carefully guided him onto his side, making sure he wouldn't fall or hurt himself. He checked his breathing—uneven but not stopping. That was good. That was something.

Time blurred.

Jeno didn't know if it lasted thirty seconds or two minutes, but eventually, the rigid tension in Chenle's body started to fade. The tremors eased into exhaustion, his muscles going limp. But what came next was just as hard.

Chenle's breathing stayed shallow, his fingers grasping weakly at the fabric of his pants as if trying to hold onto something—anything. His eyes, still glassy, darted around in confusion.

Jeno leaned closer. "Lele? Can you hear me?"

Chenle didn't respond right away. His lips parted, but only a shaky breath escaped. His brows furrowed deeply, a look of frustration flickering through the exhaustion.

Jeno knew that feeling. The post-seizure haze—the helplessness of being pulled out of reality and thrown back into it with no warning.

"You had a seizure," Jeno explained gently. "You're okay now, but you're probably feeling weird. It's okay."

Chenle swallowed thickly, his throat working through the dryness. He looked... lost. And Jeno hated it.

He reached for Chenle's hand without thinking. "You're safe. Just breathe."

Chenle's fingers twitched against his palm before tightening slightly. It wasn't much, but it was enough to let Jeno know he was coming back.

Then, finally, in a hoarse, barely-there voice...

"Jeno?"

Jeno exhaled, relief rushing through him. "Yeah, it's me. I'm here."

Chenle blinked sluggishly, his grip still weak but present. "I..." His voice faltered.

Jeno squeezed his hand lightly. "Take your time. You don't have to talk yet."

Chenle swallowed again, licking his lips. "Feels... wrong." His voice was slurred, thick with exhaustion. "Brain's... slow."

Jeno nodded. "That's normal. It'll pass, I promise."

Chenle let out a shaky exhale, his body still limp, too drained to move. A flicker of frustration crossed his face, his fingers twitching slightly. "Hate this," he muttered.

Jeno's chest ached. He knew how much Chenle hated feeling weak, how much he hated the way seizures took his control away.

"I know," Jeno said softly. "But you're not alone. I got you."

Chenle's fingers curled weakly around Jeno's wrist, his grip barely there. But he didn't let go.

Jeno didn't move either. He just sat there, holding onto him, waiting for the moment Chenle felt steady enough to breathe on his own again.

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