I was wondering if I should write something for Saturday. Because March sixteenth I will be five and a half years seizure free. Unless I have one before then of course (writing this March seventh). And I always want to do different fandoms to reach out to as many people as possible and then I had this idea.

I think it might have 3-5 chapters when it's finished. This first part is about Cory. It will have some different pov's.

Mr. Feeny, our neighbour was usually a teacher to the students quite the bit older than I was…

But here we were, on each side of his desk, my everything was burning like fire and for the first time he had called my mum to come and get me from school. Instead of just driving me home himself- it wouldn't have taken him long, and this would give mum a perfect excuse to call me all of those silly pet names in front of all of my friends. Including Topanga Lawrence!

If this temperature didn't kill me first I'd probably die from emberrasment.

"I'm sorry…" Mum suddenly came running into Mr. Feeny's office and found me. "I couldn't bring the baby with me and I couldn't reach my husband and I couldn't…"

"That's quite alright Mrs. Matthews." Mr. Feeny said in his usual, calm tone. "I would have driven him home myself but I have to get to my class of students… How's the baby? Is she letting you sleep through the night?"

My mum only looked back on Mr. Feeny. I had really not known what it would be like with a baby like Morgan in the house.

"Mr. Matthews has a headache he says. He's also got a temperature. Our nurse is out today and both I, and the teacher he was due to have today do think it might be for the best if you took him home."

Couldn't these to just finish talking and I and mum could leave?

"Oh sweetie." Mum felt my forehead, making my head pound and I leaned my head away. "You're burning up!"

"Mum." I tried to push her arm away but my own arms felt so weak they fell back down until I had my hands on my lap. "Don't call me sweetie. Everyone can hear."

"Actually…" Mr. Feeny said. "I think all students except for you are in their classes right now. So it's if you leave right away now that you'll be at no risk of any of them hearing whatever you're saying."

"Great! Can we just go home now? And then can you just leave me alone?"

"And let you lay down here? And then leave."

Something in my stomach twisted by the tone mum used. And I knew she was right, all I wanted to do now was to lie down and pull covers over my head. It honestly sounded better than any hot chocolate or ice cream- I just wanted to rest!

"Please mum… I can't even think." She sighed and I could really even see how she melted for me, in just the way I and Morgan and Eric could. "Let's just go home… You know. You don't even have to talk to me really…"

And please don't talk to me in front of Topanga!

"Thank you Mr. Feeny. I'll just take this troublemaker with me home now."

"I'll bring home whatever homework he has for the rest of the day."

I felt like I wanted to say something. Maybe stop him from doing that last, But everything in my head was spinning and I was afraid I'd vomit if I as much as opened my mouth."

"You know. If I wasn't around you in a time like this you'd miss me."

It took me several minutes, all until we were in the car for me to answer.

"Let's just go home."

Amy POV

I have never been as afraid as I was that one time when I, for the first time got one of my kids from school to take him home.

There was really nothing to it, he probably just had a bug. Maybe he was overreacting a bit for my and his dad's attention. It had been taken over during the last couple of months. First by my harsh pregnancy, and then from Morgan being born, screaming bloody murder every night.

I couldn't blame Cory, neither for getting sick nor for wanting my attention. Despite that I knew he didn't want me holding an arm around his shoulders or hugging him in front of his friends.

But as we walked through the hallway, the first thing we'd have to do was to get home where I could take care of him, feed him ice cream and lay a wet cloth on his warm forehead- anything that could make him feel the tiniest bit better.

That all changed…

It was just as we came into the hallway of our house…

That was when it felt like we had made the million miles home (I could only imagine how long it felt like him). I went into the bathroom to get a cloth, when I heard Cory moving. As if something, or someone fell.

"Cory Sweetie?" I couldn't help but ask. "Are you okay?" Something twisted in my stomach. "Cory?"

When I didn't get an answer I laid the cloth on the side of the sink, and went back to the living room. I would have expected that maybe Cory had dropped something. Maybe even fainted as he had done twice before when he was little.

But what met me now, when I found him shaking and with foam coming from his mouth. With his eyes rolled back and all of his body tense.

"Cory? Baby?" I kneeled, and stroke his cheek as if it could stop the seizure. "Cory? Sweetie?" I could hear my own voice shaking, I stroke over his cheek again- it was clammy and all of him burning hot.

What was I supposed to do?

Having children you learnt of about two hundred different illnesses and what to do- whooping cough, allergies, stomach flu's.

All of them just as scary. Yet none I had seen made me feel as afraid as I did right then with Cory lying on the floor, and finally stopping to shake.

"Cory?" I tried to shake his shoulder carefully. "Can you hear me Sweetie?... Can you open your eyes?... Sweetie?" It suddenly sounded like he was trying to say something, or maybe rather croak it only barely loud enough for me to hear.

"Don't call me Sweetie."

Random fact

I've been writing several stories for awareness now. I always want to use different fandoms so I can reach out to as many as possible. This is my first BMW-story.