Break seizure break. I repeat it in my mind. Again. And again.

The girl seizes.
Her body torques and twists and jerks about like a snake trapped on an electric fence. She flops back and forth on the gurney before us, her pale forehead glistening with sweat, her brown hair wetted black from the effort of muscle contractions that threaten to tear apart her tiny frame.
Trauma room two is silent save for the gluck-gluck-gluck of her …
Break seizure break. I repeat it in my mind. Again. And again.
























