A BIG SHOUT OUT TO littlecastiel
THEY HELPED OUTLINE THIS CHAPTER AND GAVE ME SOME GOOD IDEAS FOR IT
SO GO THANK THEM AND FOLLOW THEM AND SUCH or else...
And this is like my first 2000+ word chapter in a while so I'm really proud of myself
I really hope you guys like this chapter
TRIGGER WARNING - talking about seizures, implied inappropriate stuff, mention of epilepsy
Evan POV
I finally regained consciousness and control over my body. What just happened?
My body was still shaking a bit, but just from nerves now. When my vision cleared, I was on the floor, everyone staring at me with a concerned expression.
"What...what happened." I mumbled, my tongue feeling strange in my mouth.
"You had a seizure." Patton said softly, a fatherly concern in his eyes. My eyes filled with tears as I realized what happened.
"Oh...oh goodness...I...I'm so so sorry...I didn't...I didn't mean to seize again...oh gosh..." I mumbled, breaking down into tears. Shame filled me.
"It's not your fault," Emile said gently. "You can't control that kind of stuff."
My tears only increased because I knew I shouldn't have touched Remus. I knew that it would trigger me, but I'm so stupid. My first time meeting Thomas, and I have a seizure. Why do I have to be like this?!
"Evan," Logan said, kneeling in front of me, snapping me out of my thoughts. "I'm going to need you to listen to me and answer my questions. I need to make sure you don't have any brain damage considering how severe that seizure was." I nodded absentmindedly.
"I need you to try to regulate your breathing, and let me know if you can't." Logan told me. I nodded again.
"What's you name?"
"Evan."
"Where are you?"
"My house."
"When did this seizure happen?"
"A few minutes ago."
"Who am I?"
"Logan."
"Okay, that's good." Logan mumbled to himself, standing up. "How are you feeling right now?"
"Numb." I mumbled.
"Can you elaborate?"
"My head hurts. Everything aches. I feel nauseas." I told him, rubbing my eyes.
"Is your eyesight okay?" Logan asked, noticing how I was rubbing my eyes.
"Yes, I'm fine." I told him. "I get these enough to know how to help myself."
"How often would you say you get these seizures?" Logan inquired, now writing stuff down in a little blue notebook.
"A lot." I muttered, now feeling even more ashamed of myself. I know exactly what triggers me, but it will make Remus hate me.
"How often?" Logan asked, making me sit in silence. I had to count.
"At least once a week." I finally answered, looking down at the floor in shame.
"How severe would you say they are?"
"Sometimes I just get headaches, sometimes I just twitch, sometimes I seize a bit, something I do what I just did." I answered bitterly, hating myself for this.
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