So, I'm posting this chapter now, but that is all you get until, um, Saturday. Sorry... and Jann Lamode Neumann, there you go. Thank you so much guys for the awesome reviews
Summer raced home. It couldn't be coming back. She wouldn't let it. Her life was going good. She would not let it destroy it. It was just because she forgot her mediation. It was so habitual that she didn't even know she was doing it.
But she had forgotten her medication before. And it had never acted up like that. She could feel it coming. This time barely had any warning.
She parked and jumped out, running as fast as she could. She was not going to let it happen again.
Summer rushed off to the kitchen and found her bottle empty. Of course it would be empty. That was just her luck.
"Do we have any Dilantin?" Summer screamed out to her step-mother. She wasn't good at much, but she knew her medication.
"I don't take Dilantin, Summer," Emilia Roberts appeared at the doorway.
"I know, I take it!" Summer was so freaked out by her episode.
"There's none? Usually I call them all in at least a week ahead," Emilia never ran out of pills.
"Because there's no more refills," Summer grew more worried.
"Well, talk to the doctor," Emilia answered. Her and Summer were never close, but Emilia understood the possible severity of Summer's condition.
"It takes forever. Plus, he's with Dad," Summer replied. Neil often took trips with friends. He usually left Summer and Emilia to their own devices.
"Summer, you've missed days. You'll be fine. Nothing will happen," this was one of the rare moments that Summer and Emilia got along.
"But something already did," Summer felt so hopeless, and confused. Why had it come back?
"What do you mean?" Emilia asked.
"I just had an episode," Summer said. It had been over a year since her last episode. She had had one a few days before her first interaction with Chrismukkah.
"How bad?" Emilia had see some of Summer's really bad episodes. It was scary to see a ten year old like that. It just wasn't right.
"Not bad. But still, I haven't had one in a while. It's just because I didn't take my meds," Summer wanted to blame it on that, but it didn't feel like that.
"Well, go to the pharmacy and you can probably get the pharmacist to give you enough Dilantin til the doctor returns," Emilia explained.
"Good. Thanks," Summer calmed a bit and began to head to the car to go to the pharmacy.
"Summer, wait," Emilia stopped her step-daughter and Summer turned around. "I'm think about it, and it's possible that you became immune to the Dilantin. I mean, you've been taking it for how many years, and your body's so used to it that it doesn't have an effect. That's why I have to change my pills."
"You change your pills every three months. If I was immune to my Dilantin, it would've been a while ago. I'm gonna go get some," Summer blew off the step-monster and left the house. She tried to keep the thoughts out of her head, but she couldn't. What if she was immune?
"Wow, the band is even louder than usual," Summer pointed out. She was at the Bait Shop with the rest of her friends. The band Snow Patrol was playing, at a decibel much louder than they were accustomed to.
"What!" Marissa screamed over at her friend.
"My point exactly," Summer gave up. She was fine for a while, but right now, she was feeling strange. And she couldn't explain why. She had gotten the pharmacist to give her pills. The crisis had been absolved.
"What?" Marissa asked again, and Summer walked away, rolling her eyes.
Ryan and Seth hung out by the bar, watching both girls. Ryan hadn't told Seth about what happened with Summer this morning. Seth was having his own problems.
Seth was still a little weirded out with his mom. It was so strange seeing her in rehab. Seth was trying to cover up the emotions he had. He was so angry at himself for not seeing any of this coming. He had been so enwrapped in his own life, that he paid no attention to anyone else. Seth hated being so selfish, but that was him. He tried to change himself, but it never worked.
Summer walked over to the bar. She saw Seth and Ryan, and got scared. What if Ryan told? She didn't want to face them.
"Hey Summer," Seth noticed her and she froze. She was caught. He didn't sound like he knew, but then again, he had only said two words.
"Hey Cohen. Ryan," she walked the rest of the way over as calmly as she could, but she felt awkward. She felt like it was coming on.
"Where's Coop?" Seth asked Summer, obviously preoccupied.
"I thought we agreed you wouldn't call me that anymore," Marissa appeared from behind Seth who jumped.
"And I thought we agreed you wouldn't be all cat-like and scare the crap out of me!" Seth exclaimed.
"Yeah, Coop, gotta admit. Little scary there," Summer hadn't even noticed her best friend at first.
"That was my point," Marissa joked, and Summer fake laughed. Ryan noticed it, but he was watching Summer carefully. His hero complex was showing.
Summer began to talk to get best friend, but she felt strange. She began to feel disconnected.
"Um, I gotta go home," Summer knew she would have an episode, before leaving, but she couldn't let her friends see it.
She turned to leave, but she couldn't even make it that far. All she remembered before passing out was grabbing onto someone's arm.
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