Okay its me again! Just wanting to say a few things to my lovely reviewers!
Countertiger- X: I did not see my friend having the seiszure, he had it in front of our church. I was in my youth group at that time, thank the Lord I didn't see it...I would have died. I only know the stuff around everything (besides the fact he's a good friend of mine) because I interviewed him about it.
Lizzy21- Thank you sooo much for the information! It helps tremedously! Anytime you find something not accurate let me know!
Fufulpin- You've seen someone have a seiszure...wow, that's hard! I really can't imagine!
Sunrise19- I sure hope your friend is okay! And I put the What Shaking
thing because I said a joke to my friend when he had his, you'll
understand when you read this chapter
Sean walked into the empty waiting room and found himself a seat. As he slowly sat down, he saw the place where he found out his father had died during his open heart surgery. The pain that was once pushed away and forgotten started to haunt him all over again. But he forced himself to remain calm. Now, his brother's life was at stake.
You just wanna take all my family away, don't you God? My mother never stayed around, my father...the chance I did have with him he died and now Jack. His thoughts growled. As more tears of anguish ran down his cheeks, an elevator came up the floor and the doors slid open. Everyone who was left from the apartment came out of the transportation and rushed into the waiting room.
Sean looked up with a light grin on his face. "I knew it wouldn't take you guys that long to get here."
"Well my best friend's brother is in the hospital, I had to be there for him." Corey replied as he sat down next to Sean.
"Thanks Corey, I appreciate it."
Everyone sat down all around Sean and this time the desire to start conversation was greater but yet, it was harder. Rachel had found herself terrified. She could not get the image of Jack's startled face when he starting shaking out of her head. It kept on replaying again and again like someone in her head was pressing the rewind button over and over.
Then the elevator opened again, this time out came Alan and Amy Matthews with the mentor and teacher George Finney rushed through. They all hustled in front of Sean and everyone else.
"We came as soon as we heard, how is he?" Alan questioned.
"He's having an MRI and CT scan done right now. He seemed okay in the ambulance." Sean reported fighting the urge of breaking down.
Everyone nodded in relief and the three adults all sat down. An hour past until they saw a doctor come. Sean immediately jumped out of his seat and walked to the doctor.
"How's my brother?" he questioned with anxiety tugging at his heart.
"The MRI and CT Scan went really well. Right now I am going to ask him a bunch of questions about his medical history. You're welcome to join me if you want." the doctor replied.
After nodding, the doctor lead the way. The hallway seemed to stretch on for miles and miles. The silence between the doctor and Sean, made Sean very uncomfortable. He had so many questions spinning in his head but the appearance the doctor gave him apprehension about even thinking the things in his head.
They stopped at a room full of other people needing to be treated for their own emergencies. Some of them had curtains surrounding their beds, then others had the curtains half way pulled. The doctor stopped at one that had the sheets half way closing in the space around.
Sean looked at his half brother. Jack's once tan skin color had been drained and very pale. His once full light pink lips had become dark brown. His eyes, the hardest for Sean to look into, were barely holding any light in them.
"Jack, my name is Dr. Mark Johnson and I would like to ask you a few questions." the doctor spoke.
"Go right ahead." Jack slowly answered.
As the doctor pulled up a stool, Sean found a seat right next to his brother's side. He slowly sat down in the well cushioned seat and waited for the doctor to begin the questions. Before he could, Jack slowly turned his head to his terrified younger half brother.
"You know I was just joking right?" with a smile Jack admitted.
Sean shook his head as he asked, "What are you talking about?"
To his reaction Jack softly laughed. He searched for eye contact from Sean but it wasn't successful. So he continued, "The silence was just so weird so I decided to get up and do a little dance for you guys. Did you like it?"
"How can you joke about this? You could have died!" Sean cried.
"Aw, come on now it wasn't that bad." Jack replied as he sat up a little in his bed.
Anger grabbed a hold of Sean's emotions that were once upset, scared and freaked out. He watched his brother, half brother, have a seizure probably the scariest thing he had to witness. And when you lived in a trailer park, you witness some terrifying things.
The doctor then began interrogating Jack about everything. Asking him every question about his health. Nothing could hit what was exactly wrong with the young man. So, Dr Johnson ordered him to stay the entire night. All for the sake of precautions.
All the gang and the adults took their turns two at a time coming to see their sick friend. First came Corey and Topanga. Corey held his wife's hand good and tight. As they pushed past the curtains, Jack's face slightly lit up.
"Hey guys!" he quietly exclaimed.
"Hey Jack, how are you feeling?" Topanga immediately inquired.
Just then a large yawn escaped out of Jack's mouth. He smiled once his mouth shut.
"Well, if you didn't noticed...I am very tired. Doctor Mark says when your body shakes that much you get very drained. Just try sometime, shaking your entire body for five minutes and you'll be exhausted."
The married slightly smiled at Jack's attempt to be funny. He had this brave attitude that could be easily figured out. He tried to be strong but what if a scary diagnosis was thrown his way, how would the courage stand then?
The visits had to be short and concise only because Jack's exhaustion level was rising quickly. Eric helped Rachel gathered her courage and they visited their best friend. It took all her strength, for Rachel not to turn back and run towards the exit. However, Eric's firm grasp on her shoulders disagreed with her idea.
The two of them walked into the large room. Once, they found Jack's bed both sat down in the chairs next to his side.
"Hey Jack, what's shaking...hopefully not you?" Eric teased as always.
Jack found himself laughing at the joke. On the other hand, Rachel disliked the attempt. This was a very serious and rough time and Eric's attempts to boost his comic ego was disgusting her.
"And Sean told us how you were just joking about this. Good job! Sure got us all freaked. Then he told us you were trying to dance, thing is Jack...us white boys cant really..." Eric trailed on.
"Eric, would you please shut up!" Rachel snapped.
Both Eric and Jack were startled by the sudden outburst. They looked at each other and back at the girl they once argued for. Her olive green eyes were two deep pools of desperation and anxiety.
"What's wrong, Rachel?" Jack questioned as he reached his arm out and had his hand touch her thigh.
"I can't stand to hear Eric crack these jokes right now after seeing you...you, fall and just shake." Rachel confessed as tears streamed down her light cheeks.
Jack loosened his once tight grip and he filled with compassion. "Rachel, whatever happens to me. I want you treat me as normally as possible. Okay?"
"I'll try."
