"Blake!" I shouted. I ran down the stairs, grabbing my کوٹ and quickly throwing it on. He came in, holding Tristen and Blakely in his arms.

"Huh?" he asked, completely unconcerned.

"Hollis is being taken to the hospital," I کہا quickly. His eyes widened. "We need to go!" He nodded, and we got the twins in their car seats, and soon were off to the hospital.

"What happened?!" he asked, his voice thick with tension.

"I don't know! Her teacher just called, and کہا she was being taken to the hospital! I didn't really think to ask the details!" I said, panicked. We were nearly speeding, but still we weren't going fast enough. I squeezed my eyes shut, and focused on taking deep breaths. My mind was racing with all these terrible thoughts. Was she still breathing? Was she near death? Had she gotten hit سے طرف کی a school bus یا something?! A tear rolled down my cheek.

Within a half hour, we arrived at the hospital. The receptionist was busy, so we waited with anguish for her to tell us what had happened to our child.

"Ok, thank آپ for waiting," she کہا in a calm voice. She had no idea what pain we were in.

"Hi, my daughter's been taken here. Hollis Devlin? Can we see her?" Blake asked. The lady looked through a list, scanning through all the names.

"The doctor needs to talk with آپ first. He'll be right out," she said. As if on cue, a man came, who was obviously a doctor.

"Are آپ Mr. and Mrs. Devlin?" he asked. We nodded. "Hollis had a grand mal seizure. It lasted almost seven minutes, so she was taken here." I felt like a wrecking ball had just been swung into my head. This couldn't be happening. "We were told she had fallen off the سب, سب سے اوپر of the school playground when she had the seizure. She has a broken کالر bone. It should be fixed within about a month. She'll need to stay overnight; she hit her head pretty bad and we want to make sure there's no brain damage." We nodded.

"Can we see her?" Blake asked. I couldn't find my voice to speak. The doctor nodded, and led us to a room. My دل shattered when I saw her. She looked so tiny and fragile. My mind immediately jumped to Briar, my friend who had been murdered years ago. Like Briar, Hollis appeared so calm, even through this, like she'd been through much worse. She had a گوفن, جھلانا around her right shoulder, with very distinct bruises on her کالر bone.

"Hollis?" I whispered, as I took a نشست near her bed. I gently put my hand to her cheek. She stirred a little bit, and slowly her eyes opened. She pouted, and instantly tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Mommy, what happened?" she sobbed. I wanted so bad to hug her, but she was too fragile.

"You had a seizure, honey," I کہا softly. "Do آپ know what that is?" She nodded her head a tiny bit, biting her lip.

"That's what آپ have," she whispered. I nodded, and gently wiped her tears away, only to have مزید come. "They're scary..." she cried.

"I know, baby," I breathed.

"Am I going to have more?"

"I don't know; there's really no way to know for sure. We're going to have to wait and see."

"I don't want to, Mommy. I don't like them," she said, her voice trembling. Tears flooded to my eyes, and my nose stung. I couldn't cry in front of her, though. That'd just frighten her more.

"I know, sweetie. You're going to be fine."

"The doctor کہا your shoulder's going to be better in about a month, ok kid?" Blake said, lightly touching her hand. She nodded a tiny bit.

"When can we go home?" she asked. I blinked away my own tears, and stroked her hair.

"You have to stay here tonight, Holly," Blake said. "The doctors need to make sure your head is ok."

"No!" she protested immediately. "I don't want to stay here! I want to go home! I haven't even seen the new house yet!"

"You can see it tomorrow, ok?" I said. "If you're good, آپ only have to stay one night."

"Will آپ stay with me?"

"I'll stay as long as I can, baby. But I can't overnight." She pouted, but کہا nothing. A couple hours later, Blake left with the twins; he was going to drop them off at his parents' house tonight, and then go ہوم and get anything Hollis needed for the night. All she asked for was her پسندیدہ stuffed bear. He kissed her forehead, then left. She looked at me, her eyes seeming to scan me.

"Mommy, why does this happen to us?" she asked.

"What do آپ mean?"

"Why do we have see-shurs?" I pursed my lips, then lightly poked her head.

"For me, it's because of chemicals in my brain. I either have too much یا too little... and it makes me have seizures. Do آپ know what that's called?" She nodded.

"Epi... Epi-pepsi," she کہا confidently. I couldn't help but smirk a little.

"Yes. And because I have it, and you're my baby, آپ might have it too..." I said, trying to keep my voice from cracking at the end.

"What about Tristen and Blakely?" Another چھری through my heart.

"I don't know. They might, they might not." She nodded thoughtfully.

"I hope they don't, Mommy. It's scary and not fun."

"I know it isn't."

***

I stayed with Hollis all day, and a little before رات کے کھانے, شام کا کھانا time, Blake came with her teddy bear. She smiled when she saw him, and cuddled with it. She rested her head on it, and her eyes drooped. She'd been asking me سوالات all day; I was surprised she'd managed to stay awake. When I have a seizure, I usually just want to take a nap right away.

Soon, visiting hours were up, and we had to leave Hollis at the hospital.

"We'll be here first thing in the morning," I promised. I kissed her goodnight, as did Blake, and then the two of us left for home. The ride was pain stakingly silent. When we got home, the house seemed like it wasn't my own. It seemed so empty without the kids. Blake had cleaned up some of the house, to make it seem مزید comfortable, but it didn't help.

I started making dinner; I hadn't eaten much all day. Blake cleaned some more, putting مزید things in their place.

"If آپ don't mind me asking," he said, breaking the silence. I didn't look up from the pot boiling on the stove. "What was it like the first time آپ had a seizure?" I sighed, reliving that moment.

"I was four. I'd been learning how to ride a bike. Dad let go and I went, then..." I shrugged. His hand fell down lightly on my shoulder. I felt his worried gaze on me, but I tried to ignore it. "Within two months I'd had five seizures; that's when they decided I had epilepsy." Blake کہا nothing else. He probably didn't know what to say. What was there to say?

After dinner, we went to bed. It was late, and it had been a long day. Despite this, and the fact I was dead tired, I couldn't sleep. I sat in bed, reading, trying to see if I'd eventually fall asleep. I felt like there was a huge knot in my stomach.

"She's going to be ok," Blake said, looking at me. I ignored him. "We'll take care of her. Then she'll get used to it, and she'll be fine." I put my book down and looked at him.

"There's no 'getting used to it,' Blake," I said. "It's there, and آپ have no idea when something's going to happen. It's terrifying... And it's all my fault she has it in the first place."

"No it's not," he snapped. "Irina, don't آپ dare blame yourself for this," he said. But it was too late. I'd کہا it out loud, and there was no avoiding it. It was my fault my little girl was suffering, and it'd might haunt her for the rest of her life. A sob broke out from me, racking through my body. lake held me in his arms at once, and cried to the sound of his دل beat. "It'll be fine..." he cooed. "I promise."

His hand held me close to his chest, so I couldn't manage to shake my head, and I couldn't speak to protest. I just cried in his arms, thinking about my little girl.