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Mitchie's Point of View

"What? What happened?" I shrieked, very possibly waking up the rest of the camp in the process.

"Follow me." Nate said shortly, and backed out of the door.

I sprinted back across the threshold, with Caitlyn hot on my heels. Nate headed for their cabin, and I sighed internally. At least he'd gotten back to his cabin. If whatever it was had happened to him while he was still near the canoes … no one would have found him until morning.

We followed Nate to the porch outside of the cabin, where Shane lay. Brown was standing over him, talking rapidly to emergency services.

"Shane!" I cried, sinking to the ground beside him.

Shane was having a violent seizure. Every inch of him shook, and his limbs were thrashing around wildly. Although his eyelids had remained open, his eyes had rolled back into his head. A wave of fear crashed over me, crippling me. I couldn't move; couldn't breathe.

"What's wrong with him?" Caitlyn gasped.

"Didn't Shane tell you?" Brown asked, frowning. "He's epileptic."

This astounding piece of information withdrew me from my stupor. "He's what?" I exclaimed.

Brown nodded. "It's true. Mind you, it hasn't acted up in over ten years. His doctors all thought that he just outgrew it…"

"Apparently he didn't." Nate commented wryly. "I'm guessing the media doesn't know?" He directed the question at Brown.

"No, they don't." The older man agreed. "And they had no reason to suspect it. Until now, of course."

How could they talk so calmly while Shane was in danger? I was shocked at their nonchalance. I strained my ears for the sound of sirens. Nope, still nothing. They had to be coming soon, right? I said a quick prayer that Shane would be alright. I didn't know what I would do if he wasn't. I longed to hold Shane's hand, but I didn't dare risk it while he was in such a precarious situation. I felt tears well up in my eyes, but I forced them back. Crying wouldn't help Shane.

Over my head, Nate, Caitlyn and Brown were still talking. I tried to tune them out, but it didn't work.

"Were Shane's seizures…severe?" Nate pressed.

"Very." Brown replied bitterly. Then, "Ah, finally."

The sound of sirens was detectable in the distance, and they were coming closer with each passing second. Soon we could hear the crunching of tires on gravel as the ambulance approached Shane's cabin.

Everything after that passed in a blur. I remember the ambulance attendants securing Shane's now-still body onto a stretcher, and loading him into the back of the vehicle. I remember Caitlyn commenting vaguely on how cute the attendants were, and how I'd snapped at her for making light of the situation. I remember the four of us scrambling into Brown's mini van to follow the ambulance to the hospital, and how we'd all taken seats outside of his room. But I never remembered drifting to sleep in the hard hospital chair until someone woke me up.

"Mitchie?" Caitlyn asked. "Mitchie, c'mon, wake up!"

I opened my eyes blearily and took in my surroundings. "How's Shane?" I exclaimed as soon as I remembered what was going on.

Caitlyn frowned, and my stomach twisted in fear. "The doctors won't say." She replied. "But we're allowed to see him now."

A/N: Please don't hate me!