A few days went by, and Tara entered the room a few times a day to feed and check up on the brothers, she felt overwhelming guilt that she couldn't provide them with decent information about Jason, only that they were still searching for him. Nate had looked very concerned the past few days and Tara was getting a bit worried.
She walked into the room one night and saw Nate leaning over Shane's bed, waving a hand in front of his face.
"What's the matter?" She asked, jogging over.
"He's been kind of like this for a while, he's not dead but his pupils keep getting bigger and smaller." Nate put his hand down and Tara took a closer examination. Shane had a very distant look on his face and indeed, his pupils kept dilating.
"I'll give him the nasal oxygen tube, he might not be getting enough oxygen to his brain." She walked over and gathered what she needed.
"Hey Nate, remember that time we went to the Waffle House and I asked Jason to sniff his waffle and I knocked his head into the cream and chocolate topping, that was a great day," Shane suddenly spoke, Tara looked over and he hadn't changed his expression, but a single tear was falling down his face. She placed the tubing in his nose and around his ears and attached it to the oxygen tank that was attached to the manifold in the corner for the 'just in case' emergency, she propped him up in the semi-fowler's position.
"Is he going to be alright?" Nate asked, concerned filling his voice, Tara frowned as she wrote some stuff down on her clipboard.
"I'm pretty sure he'll be alright now, but press the button as soon as anything goes wrong, which I'm pretty sure won't. It's midnight now, so you should probably get some rest," she assured Nate, who wasn't completely satisfied.
Nate woke in the middle of the night with a gut-wrenching feeling in his stomach like he'd been having every night since he woken up, he'd always look over at Shane and see him staring off into the distance, sweat pouring down his face. Tonight was different to Nate, he jumped out of bed and ran over to his brother, he held onto the blankets, gripping them tightly and then relaxing, before gripping them tightly again.
"Shane, are you okay?" Nate asked, shaking as he pressed an unbroken hand to Shane's forehead. Normal. "Shane, please wake up." He brushed a strand away from his brother's face, and Shane's eyes flew open, but Nate wasn't sure he was awake. "Shane…?"
Nate's eyes widened in fright as Shane started shaking, first softly and then violently. Nate grabbed the button next to Shane's bed and continuously pressed it, shaking violently and tears pouring down his face.
A doctor rushed into the room and saw that Shane was having a seizure.
"Please help him!" Nate cried, trying to stop Shane from shaking so aggressively.
"Try and make sure he doesn't hurt himself, I'll get some nurses in," the doctor instructed. Nate nodded and moved everything that could hurt Shane out of the way, starting to sob heavily.
"In here," he heard the doctor call out, he and a few nurses came in and one gently sat Nate in his bed. Tara then came rushing in wearing casual clothing; she obviously had been called down from her house.
"What's… what's happening?" Nate cried, trying to get over to be with his brother.
"Nate, shh, it's alright," Tara said softly, sitting on his bed and cradling Nate's head in her arms, he grabbed onto her with his good arm and sobbed into her jacket, feeling useless while his brother continued to convulse. The small crowd parted as Shane started to settle down, he was resting on his side and his eyes were closed.
"This is his first seizure I presume?" The doctor asked Tara, she and Nate nodded. "Just let him rest for now and try not to wake him, he had a lack of oxygen to the brain and the symptoms he obtained from it made the seizure a little worse, but he's calmed down and he should be alright. After he's rested you should probably prop his bed up into the fowler's position and see how it goes from there."
"Thank you Dr. Clarke," Tara smiled.
"You should get some sleep too, Nate," he instructed to the boy who was still shaking from the sobs.
"Thank you Dr. Clarke," he managed, pulling free from Tara's shoulder, "and thanks Tara, I really needed that," he smiled, Tara hugged him again.
"Don't worry about your brother, he'll be fine," Tara assured him.
"Every time you say that everything gets worse," Nate mumbled.
"Well if I take it back would that be any better?" She questioned, Nate shrugged and lay down on his bed.
"Even though it's not my shift, I'll stay here and be ready in case he has another seizure, alright?" Nate yawned and nodded, completely worn out.