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Light It Up
Julie Schober
Twelve
I wake up. Fog—voices. Flashes—red—yellow. Pulse. Head—
throb. Then—red—yellow—pulse.
“What,” I begin, forget, remember, “happened?”
“Don’t get up,” he says.
I try anyway, but he gently pushes me back down. Panic—quick—
shock.
Again—
Red, yellow. Pulse. Men in stiff blue. Throb.
“Where am I?”
“We’re going to get you up on this bed, ok?”
Shaking-firm lift. Straps restrict. Fog still lingers.
“Okay.” Forget, blank. Remember. “What happened?”
An oxygen mask. Ambulance doors close.
Short, shallow breaths. Quicker gasps, shorter, short, short.
“Why can’t I remember anything? What’s going on?”
“You had a seizure.”
Calm clears fog, calm slips.
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