I pick him up and lift his head. He is racing for air, “please don’t die i cry, this just isn’t fair, they don’t know what you’ve done, who you are brother, i swear”, “to save you, like you saved my life, i promise this time, we both will strive to survive,” that’s what I say, taking him to the nurse, she asks “what’s wrong?” as she reaches in her purse, pulls out the listener and listens to his beat, her face drops dead, “he needs help his pulse is weak!” She takes him to the bed, and he starts to frizz. Coughing up white foam, choking and throwing spit. She turns him on his side and all of it spills, my face turns white, “he’s having a seizure!” she shrills! screaming for the doctor, who happens to be in another room, he comes and tells me
