it had been a windy afternoon on november 11th.
a cool fall day.
a day which turned for the worse when i had a seizure.
my first one in eight months.
my dad called the ambulance and that's all i could remember.
i woke up in the hospital.
it was kind of depressing for obvious reasons.
death lurking upon the halls.
reminding the sick that it could be their fate at any point in time.
i guess you can say i had it easy.
it's not like i had cancer, a brain tumor or some life altering disability.
they were just seizures.
that's what i liked to tell myself.
that it wasn't that bad.
that they were just seizures that happened once in a while.
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Eleven
Short Storywe met on a rooftop on the 11th day of the 11th month of the 11th hour. all because i had a seizure. it was weird because i hadn't had one in eight months. maybe it was fate. or maybe it was meant to be fatal. seeing as though we met at a hospital. ...
