Why Don't We Sickfics

Epilepsy

"Zach. Zach." Jack snapped his fingers in front of his bandmate's face. "Zach, what are you doing?"

Zach blinked a couple times, frowning as he turned to look at Jack. "What? Did something just happen?" He was lifted from a cloud of dizziness, the hazy wisps of confusion floating away.

"Um, no..." Jack raised an eyebrow. "Nothing happened. Which is exactly why you need to snap out of whatever trance you're in, so we can get this done.'

The boys were in the middle of tour rehearsal. With three weeks to go and a quarter of their show left to choreograph, they had a lot to do. Except, they couldn't do anything while Zach was staring off into space, his mind elsewhere.

Zach frowned, taking a deep breath. "Yeah. Sorry. I don't know what happened."

The choreographer nodded. "Well, let's get going. We're going to be learning the choreo for the next two songs today. So we all gotta be on our A-game, okay?"

"Got it." the boys chorused, assuming their formation as the choreographer began to show them the moves.

Zach tried to follow along, but he was still confused. Whatever had happened when he zoned out had left his entire body sore and tingly, and there was a blurry sensation in the back of his head. Nonetheless, he kept going and learning the dances.

The rest of the day went fine, and Zach slept the whole night without feeling weird again. He brushed it off; there was a lot going on, and he didn't have time to worry about whatever he did when he zoned out.

But the next day, when the boys returned to the dance studio to learn more choreography, Zach started to feel weird.

He saw it before he even felt it. His hand was trembling, shaking without his control. Zach looked at the rest of the boys, who hadn't noticed and were still following along to the choreography.

He was starting to panic, staring at his twitching limb. What was going on with him?

"Bathroom." he called out quickly before he left the room. Maybe he was just panicking. Maybe he was having an anxiety attack. That seemed to happen a lot more as tour got closer.

He walked down the hall to the bathroom and locked it, not wanting anyone to find him in the middle of an anxiety attack. His hand wouldn't stop shaking, so he decided to do the only thing that could help his anxiety attacks stop.

He FaceTimed his mother, propping his phone up on the sink as he splashed water on his face.

She responded almost immediately. "Zach? I though you and the boys were in dance practice."

"Mom, I think--"

He didn't get to complete his sentence as he fell to the ground, his entire body twitching.

"Zach?" Myta peered closely at her screen. All she could see behind the bowl of the sink was a shaking foot. "Zach! Are you okay?"

But just as she was about to call one of the band members for help, the foot stopped shaking. Zach groaned deeply, propping his knee up.

"Zach? Can you hear me? Are you okay?" Myta pleaded.

Zach reached up, fumbling his hand over the top of the sink until he could reach his phone. He was too exhausted to get up.

"Mom?" he mumbled, his mind still in a stupor. "What just happened?"

She took a deep breath as she saw Zach, awake and well. "Honey, I think you passed out. Are you doing okay? Should I call one of the boys and ask them to take you to the hospital?"