Yesterday started out as any other shit-tastic day at Strong Vincent. First was an hour of boredem. Second was an hour of loudly blaring music. And then me and Kenzie skipped third. We went down to Donche's so she could play her violin. She played for a while and when she was all done practicing for the day,we went up to Weiss'. It was the end of third period by the time we actually made it to Weiss'. We were both tired, we never get any sleep. We laid down on the ground and stared at the ceiling and talked for a few minutes. The bell rang and I went to get up to leave. Kenzie was still on the ground. I asked her if she wasn't going to fourth. She didn't answer. I sat down next to her, and her eyes were wipe open. She looked at me and told me she felt like she was going to seize. Kenzie has a seizure disorder. But, she hasn't had one in three and a half years... I thought she was kidding. But she wasn't.
People with seizures can talk themselves out of them occasionally. Calm themselves down, think of something else, and prevent it. She was trying. She knew it wasn't working. I asked Mr.Weiss to move everyone to the other side of the room (the asl room is partitioned.) I came back and Kenzie was sitting up head on her feet. She sat up and her leg started twitching. And I tried to hold it... like that would stop it... Then the other. I laid her down and then her whole body started twitching. And then flailing. People who are having seizures can't control their muscles. I held up her head. She became insanely strong. You couldn't begin to hold her in one position. It lasted for what seemed forever. But it was only a few minutes. Mr.Weiss came over and asked what he should do, I asked him to get the Nurse. Everything after that was irrelevant. Walking her around to get her things, telling the nurse what happened, staying with her til her Mom came.
It was the sole most scary experience I had gone through recently. I died inside a little.
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