Sorry it's been awhile for a new chapter, if anyone is actually reading this. I've started reading The Dark Tower series by Stephen King again and sometimes it's hard to put down. If you haven't read it, please do. (It's absolutely nothing like the movie. They tried to squish about 3% of 7 long books into a couple of hours and didn't even do that well.)

Also, I found a new neurologist who has me on new epilepsy medication that I'm trying to get used to, so it's making it hard to focus on writing very long. Hopefully that changes soon.

Please read and review! I'd really appreciate it!


Holy crap! Did that really just happen? Did he really just jump? I ran toward the railing, praying that I wouldn't see a gruesome sight when I looked down. I mean, that had to be a 15 foot drop! But, luckily, he was climbing down a trellace and had jumped a few feet from the ground. My heart instantly settled before remembering why he jumped in the first place. Ren.

My heart began racing again, as I ran through the bedroom and down the stairs as fast as I could. I reached the living room to see both of them rolling her from her side to her back, and she seemed to be coming to. I couldn't see her face too well, but I could hear the groans of pain and some strange gurgling sounds.

"Hurry up! Let's sit her up before she chokes!" Jay exclaimed.

"Is she okay?" I asked.

But as she sat up, I knew it wasn't great. She had blood running down from her mouth and I noticed her lip was vaguely reminding me of Mick Foley's infamous smile at the Hell in the Cell. She had bitten completely through it and I also saw that her ankle was swelling rapidly. That was a bad sprain and her ankle might get trapped in that fabric if they didn't remove it quickly.

"Her left foot's swelling! Get her shoe off!" I yelled, and Jay began struggling with it, already a challenge to take off.

"She needs to go to the hospital, guys. I gotta call 911." Adam said, grabbing his phone from his pocket.

"No!" She yelled, grabbing his arm.

It was like she had come to for a second and went back into a foggy state right after. Jay grabbed both of her hands and was trying to get her to focus. Her gaze was fluctuating still, it seemed. It reminded me almost of a radio station that came in and out when you moved the antenna around. It was frightening the way he called her nickname and it seemed like she hadn't heard him at all, but when he shouted "Lorencia!", she looked at him with wide eyes and yelled back, "What!?".

"Pissing her off with that usually works in getting her focus back. Don't know why." He whispered to me, before he turned and began talking to her, gently, like a parent explaining why their daughter needed to get a shot at the doctor's office. He said, "I know you hate this shit, babe. But... I'm pretty sure you resprained your ankle. Also, your lip is fucked; I think you bit all the way through this time, okay? So, we need to get you some stitches, but I'll do whatever I can to make sure that the doctors aren't gonna be dicks to you, alright?"

She looked at him, eyes brimming with fear, and asked with a voice so small and childlike, "You promise?"

"I promise, baby." He replied, kissing her forehead gently.

"Yes, this is Edge! And Christian's girlfriend just had a seizure!... Umm, hello! This is 9-1-fucking-1, right? It's an emergency! So hurry the fuck up or I'll have Vince McMahon sue every single motherfucker in your company, you got it?" Adam yelled furiously as he came back in from the kitchen, throwing his phone angrily on the couch. "God, I hate people sometimes! I told the guy my name and he recognized it. He wanted to started asking me a whole bunch of questions! I'm not calling you for me, dude! Do your job!"

"No, no, no!" Jay yelled, bringing my focus back to the task at hand as he was pulling her hands away from her face. She had rubbed her nose with her palm, like a small kid itching their nose during allergy season, but doing so, had spread blood all over her face. He grabbed her hand and pulled it down, but she forced it away from him and rubbed her nose again before scratching her forehead, spreading that blood around even more.

Now she was trying to get up, but he and Adam began attempting to hold her down as best they could. It almost looked like she had greased herself up or something, because she could slip her arms out of any hold they tried to put on her. It must have been the copious amounts of sweat pouring from her. Adam finally got her down again and was trying to explain to her she was hurt, but she didn't want to hear it. Or maybe she just couldn't. Whatever it was, she was determined to get up.

"No, no. I got to punch the handle or it won't flop." She said to them. And they both groaned, heads falling backward in defeat. "You need to smile the penguin, Smokey! Punch the handle! Punch the handle!"

"Oh shit, not this again." Jay said, with an exasperated sigh.

"I think I'll go outside and wait for the ambulance." I said, not sure if anyone heard me. Besides, they both were doing okay... not well, mind you... but okay at maintaining composure. And I didn't think they wanted to see me freaking out.

What the hell was she saying? Punch the handle? Smile the penguin? Was that some kind of code between them? Or did she think that she was saying different words than she really was? I think it had to be the latter, because they both seemed to know what was happening, but definitely not what she was saying.

I ran down to the gate and opened it, pulling a cigarette out of my pack and lighting it as I reached the street. I could hear the siren faintly in the distance, but it was coming fast. Adam was in a remote neighborhood as well, so it might take them awhile to find it. Thank god for GPS now or it might be longer. He told me he shared this cul-de-sac with only a couple people - a basketball player and the new wife he had every year, and a former channel four weather girl who, he said, was barely there due to her many stints in rehab. He lived in between, but luckily for him on normal occurrences and unluckily in this situation, all houses had very long driveways and his was the farthest from the road.

When I saw the truck approaching, I began waving them in. I threw my cig to the ground as they turned down the driveway, and I stomped it out as I ran behind them, eager to see how Ren was now. As I made it to the house, they were pushing their way inside, as Adam was trying to make his way out. He definitely looked distraught, so I walked up to him and threw my arms around him.

He melted into the hug, and laid his head on my shoulder. "She hasn't done that in a while. The 'not knowing what she's saying' thing? She used to do that a lot and sometimes would get stuck in that gibberish for a half hour almost. It sucks because she gets so frustrated, which makes us so frustrated. Most of the time she's asking for a cigarette or some clean clothes, but we have no clue because there's no way to tell what she means."

"That sounds like it can be difficult, for sure. And it's definitely scary to see." I said, before asking, "Have I done that yet?"

He looked up at me, "No. And it doesn't mean you ever will either. Like I've said, everyone's seizures are very different."

I could see the worry in his eyes. He was scared for his cousin, and he felt remorse that his best friend was dealing with the pain of the woman he loved going through this. And now, he always had the fear in the back of his mind, that the man he cared about was most likely going to have this happen to him this one day too. I couldn't help but feel guilty that I had added so much weight to his shoulders.

I grabbed the side of his face and looked into his eyes, "She's going to be okay. It's just a couple stitches and a sprain. And she stays off of her feet most of the time, anyway." I joked, which earned a faint smile. "So, she'll be alright in no time. You don't have to worry."

"Yeah, you're right. I know." He said, "I just can't help it. If it's someone I love, my worry level gets cranked all the way up to eleven."

They began wheeling her out on the stretcher and Jay followed behind. She was laying back, looking depressed about having to go. Jay had pulled his phone out and was trying to take pictures of her lip, while she flung her hands up in a desperate attempt to block her face.

"Knock it off, douche waste!" She yelled, as he laughed and took more pictures. Well, at least she was somewhat fine again.

"Sir, we're going to have to ask you to refrain..." one of the EMT's began, as they all got into the ambulance.

"Want us to follow?" Adam asked Jay, as he began stepping inside, following the others.

"Eh. It should only be a few hours." He said. "We should be alright. We'll catch an uber or something."

"Ok, but keep me in the loop, alright?" Adam asked and he nodded as the doors got closed behind him.

They took off and we walked down to close the gate. Adam's arms were draped lazily around my left arm, and his head laid on my shoulder again, as best it could from his awkward angle. As crazy as the last thirty minutes or so had been, it seemed like time slowed down a little now and we could finally relax again.

As we turned back toward the house, I couldn't help but point out, jokingly, "You said the operator guy was going all 'super fan' on you, right?"

"Yeah, he was really annoying." He replied. "Why?"

"Well, didn't you have to give him your address?" I asked, and he stopped immediately in his tracks.

He turned around and jogged back to the gate putting the chain and lock on it again, before coming back toward me. "I was going to leave it open for them, but now you got me all paranoid about stalkers. Thanks, babe!" He said.

"No problem!" I replied, sarcastically. After a minute, I said, "Oh, you know you can't really get Vince to sue that guy either, right?"

"Maybe you can't." He smiled, and winked at me.

We went back in and decided to stay in the living room to wait for them, especially since someone's going to have to let them in the gate now. He turned on the television but it didn't really matter what was on. I think the recent events had exhausted us both, and we were too tired to pay attention at the moment, so I collapsed onto the couch and he laid down on top of me. I yawned as my hand went through his hair and he nuzzled into my neck. It wasn't long before we both fell asleep. I just hoped that Ren was okay and would be home soon.