JOSH'S POV:

Evie's doctor made her way into the room and introduced herself to us as Doctor. Michaels. Checking through her notes, she looked up at Evie…

"It's not good news, is it?" Evie asked

"I'm afraid not, Miss. Macguire." she informed us "From what we can tell from the tests we've run so far, that looks like the most probable diagnosis, but until we've run an EEG test, which will happen whilst you're asleep, I'm afraid we can't give you a definite diagnosis."

"What's an EEG test?" Evie inquired

"It's a simple test, nothing to worry about." she replied "We'll put electrodes onto your head, and they'll monitor the activity within your brain. Miss. Macguire, this is your first seizure, is that correct?"

She nodded her head…

"And were you tired when the seizure happened?" she questioned

"I guess…" she admitted "I was watching a film in Media Studies and it was in a darkened room, but I hadn't slept very well the night before."

"Okay," she replied "well what we're going to do is in the next few hours, we're going to give you some medicine which will send you to sleep and then the electrodes will be attached and we'll run the EEG test, if that's all okay with you?"

Evie glanced up at me and I entwined my hand with hers… "I'll be just outside."

"And we will too." Hannah informed her

"What about Isabella? Don't you have to be getting back to her?" Evie inquired

"We'll call Oscar and explain the situation. He'll understand." Hannah replied

"I can't put you guys out like that…" she sighed

"We're staying until we know what's going on, end of story." Hannah informed her

"Miss. Macguire, what will your decision be?" Doctor. Michaels asked

She glanced at me again and I smiled at her warmly, stroking my thumb across her knuckle…

"I'll do it." she informed her

"Okay," she replied "I'll get the medicine organised and be back soon."

Nodding her head in understanding, Doctor. Michaels left the room and Evie turned over onto her side to face me…

"I'm scared…" she admitted

"You don't have anything to be scared about," I assured her "you're going to be fine."

"Am I? What if I have epilepsy, Josh?" she questioned "What then?"

"We'll deal with it," I informed her "it's a controllable condition, and we'll all be here to support you every step of the way."

Poor Evie… Just when she thought she could start to get her life back on track...