Phantomofthenight

The balloon had been a success. She was sending Frankie off into the arms of Jacob. A man she knew she trusted to take care of that wonderful, insane, hippie, pot loving woman. Inside, Grace had been feeling things that she could not understand. Things that made her heart leap out of her chest when Frankie did the most simple thing. After what seemed to be an hour, Grace managed to make her way down the steps of that two story beach house. Her blonde hair shifting around her face as she lifted her blue eyes to find Frankie and Jacob standing in kitchen. Was he taking her now? Was she leaving? How? No! Grace speak! ------ "Gace?" Suddenly

One seizure, One cry. One car. One Emergency Department. Two Nurses, Two bracelets, Two chairs, Two people. Three hall ways, Three more nurses, Three different boxes of gloves, And three more machines. Four IV tries, Four bruises, Four blankets, And Four more people in the room. Five questions, Five possible reasons, "Five more seizures", they ask, And five more times I nod. One MRI. Two CT's. Three X-rays, Four Hours of time lost, Five minutes of sleep. One More Doctor, Two Neurologists, Three EEG's, Four failed Medications, Five trips to Portland. One night of sleep, One more seizure, And Repeat. Just Repeat.