"It's okay baby, I'm here now, you're gonna be okay." He reassured his daughter.
"Did she hit her head?" He asked, taking Shirley's place comforting her, though his question was answered as she moved her hands.
"Mick."
He looked down to see bright crimson blood drip from her hand.
He looked back at his daughter, who was still violently jerking in his arms.
"L.LINDA" he screamed, voice cracking a bit.
She knew something was wrong when she heard the scream of her husband.
She walked in, took one glance at her daughter, and the blood matted into her long blonde hair,
"Oh my gosh, Nancy." She screeched traumatically whilst approaching her, still, fitting daughter.
This is the worst they'd seen her.
"Mick, why isn't she stopping?" Shirley asked whilst chewing on her thumb nail for comfort,
"I don't know," he answered honestly, knowing his daughter should have stopped by now.
"Call an ambulance."
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He looked down at his phone, 5 missed calls from dad. As he began to walk towards the Vic, he got a text.
'It's Nancy. She had a seizure and knocked her head. Get down here pronto.'
His mouth went dry as the thought of his sister suffering came to mind.
He ran, pushing through the crowd of punters who had been kicked out by Buster and Shirley.
He wasn't expecting to see his little sister, on the floor in his father arms, blood staining his favourite navy shirt. Her lips were blue and face pale. His dad's face, sweating with fear and panic, tears in his eyes whilst holding his little girl.
"Nancy." He whispered, not quite managing to make proper noise.
The distant sound of sirens drew nearer. He knew something was wrong, they don't usually call an ambulance when she has a fit. He looked back down, realising his sister hadn't quite stopped jerking.
"Dad?" He asked, shakily.
Not moving his eyes away from his daughter he replied,
"It's okay Lee. She's going to be alright."
Although he knew his dad wasn't entirely sure.
