Sandy sat in his office working quite happily as he had managed to patch things up with Georgia. The phone rang and he answered.

"Sandy its-" The voice started but Sandy interrupted. "Julie, what an unpleasant surprise."

"Shut up and listen." Julie said fiercely. "You need to call Georgia or go home. I just talked to her and she doesn't sound right."

"What?" Sandy asked a little insulted by Julie's remark.

"She called looking for Kirsten; she feels sick and dizzy, all that. Kirsten's in a meeting I can't pull her out of-"

Sandy cut her off again. He had heard all he needed to. "Get her to call me when she gets out. Thanks Julie." He said, hanging up and running out of the office.

Sandy rushed into to the house, almost tripping up at the speed. "Georgia?" He called out repeatedly. He saw her slumped on the couch. She was drooped against the arm of the chair. He crouched down in front of her and could tell she was a little out of it. "hey sweetie what's wrong?" he asked her.

Georgia looked across to him a little offly. "Mmm" she groaned. "Feel sick and dizzy." She closed her heavy eyes. "And tired." Sandy touched her neck. "no, don't go to sleep. I'm going to get you some water."

When Sandy re-entered and gave Georgia the glass of water, she took it and tried to drink it but, for some reason, she couldn't seem to find her mouth. Sandy saw her struggle and guided the iced water to her mouth for her. She took a sip but pushed away after a moment. She found it hard to look back at Sandy directly.

"I can't see" She tried mumbling, complaining about her blurry vision. Her words just came out in gibberish though and sandy had no idea what she was saying. Her eyes felt like they were jerking all over the place. She couldn't focus on one spot.

Sandy could see Georgia's eyes rolling back into her head and jolting forward again and that's when he started to really panic. He lay her down and went to get the phone from the kitchen not wasting any more time. His mind was racing. He feared she had meningitis or something- the signs seemed to lead towards that.

As he dialled 911 he heard Georgia call out for him. By the time her got back to her he could see her body jerking all over and realised she was having a seizure.

He skidded down on his knees in front of her. "Oh god." He panicked. "It's ok sweetie. You're going to be fine. You're going to be fine." He told her as he stroked her forehead unsure if she as awake or could hear him at all.

He tried to take her hand but her body was so stiff every time he did it was as if she was punching him, hard, with every violent jolt of her body.

He picked up the phone. "My name is Sandy Cohen; I live at 3901 Sunset terrace, Newport." Sandy told to lady from emergency services. "I need an ambulance; my daughter is having a fit."

"Mr Cohen an ambulance will be right with you within 5 minutes." The lady, whom Sandy could tell was from Texas as she had that strong accent, was going to carry on but Sandy hung up on her.

The 4 minutes Sandy had to helplessly watch his daughter constantly fitting felt like hours. When she finally stopped she was unconscious and the ambulance finally arrived.

Georgia woke up momentarily in the ambulance asking where she was but immediately fell back asleep before anyone could answer. In her room at the hospital she slept silently for hours. She had spoken to Julie around 2-ish and she had kindly called many a time to see how Georgia was.

It was 7pm before she finally regained consciousness. After tiring long hours waiting by her bedside sandy took Kirsten to get some coffee while Seth stayed in her room.

She moaned as she awakened and turned her head to see Seth beside her. "Hey." Seth said softly standing up. "How are you feeling?" He asked her.

"Fine." She shrugged, feeling refreshed from a long sleep.

"Epilepsy huh? That must be bloodcurdling."

"You get used to it." Georgia said casually. "I guess I was scared this time though. I've never been awake before having a fit it was always in my sleep."

"Yeah I remember you telling me you used to have night fits."

"Often as well." Georgia reflected. "But I recovered from that. Well I thought I had. I haven't had a fit since I was 12. It was meant to be benign."

"Well you scared to sht outta dad."

"Twice in a week. I think that's a new set record." Georgia grinned.

Just then Kirsten entered Sandy closely behind her. "Good you're up." Kirsten said, quickly going over to sit on the bed and embrace her in a hug.

"How are you feeling?" Sandy asked, still shook up.

"I'm fine" Georgia answered honestly. Her fits never bothered her. She didn't see it as a big problem. She was asleep. Helen was more than overly paranoid about it though. Every time Georgia went on a sleepover, to a party, a disco…it was always the same speech. "If you feel dizzy just stop what you're doing, close your eyes and lye down."

"Sorry I scared the bejesus out of you." Georgia apologised to sandy.

"Just don't do that again ok?"

"I'll try."

Although Georgia had stopped her night fits- ie; Benign Rolandic Epilepsy- she still took her medication as a precaution. Until now it had worked. The Neurologist was concerned about controlling her fits now that Georgia had a fit whilst awake so she gave her new medication to stop both kinds of fits.

Like before her fits didn't bother Georgia. It was just the way she was. She accepted it. After all, aren't we all recovering from something?

Drink? Drugs? Epilepsy?