Jeremy. I screamed in my mind, feeling the seizures start to rise up again.
In and Out. I told myself, to stop the evil ailment which was already showing by the sweat breakout in my face, and the strong quaking or shaking of my fingers. I raised my eyes from my quaking hands to Nick, feeling the tears brimming in my eyes. Already, I was cursing myself for forgetting the medicine which he had given me in place of my pills back at the room in the big mansion.
Nick, feeling my helplessness, strode towards me, pity and worry shining in his eyes. He held me by the shoulders, encouraging me to keep taking in deep breaths.
But I felt it was slow, Jeremy could be dying now for all we know. I wouldn't live if Jeremy died. I couldn't. I have to keep going.
I tried to push out my leg forward, but the seizures had already taken over. I fell limp into the hands of Nick.
