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“Ciera?” I call out her name once more, but her eyes are closed, and she is unconscious. “Help!” I yell out, hoping that a teacher may still be around at this late hour.
I snatch my phone out of my pocket, hurriedly dialing 911. I look back at her face, and her eyes are still rolled to the back of her head. I gently sweep her hair out of her face. I don’t know the first thing to do in a situation like this…I’m panicking.
I don’t know if I should move her or if I should keep her put until the paramedics arrive. If she simply fainted or if it’s worse. As I’m attempting to direct the paramedics to the school, she begins convulsing in my arms. Her whole body is jerking and contorting in uncomfortable ways. She is having a seizure. The fear in my voice is apparent, because the 911 operator remains calm and instructs me to turn her over to her side once I notice white foam spilling out of her mouth. I do as I am told to prevent choking.
After the longest two minutes of my life, she finally stops jerking about, and her body goes limp again. I can see her eyes fluttering, and I think she is coming to. The operator says they will be here any minute.
“Ciera?” I ask, hoping that he is finally coherent.
Her eyes flutter open, and she stares weakly back at me. “What happened?” Her words are barely recognizable as she tries to sit up, but I keep her down with my hand on her shoulder.
“They said you shouldn’t move until they get here.”
Even with my instruction, she pushes herself up from the ground, into a seated position. She is sweating, and looks like she just had a hard work out. The paramedics arrive moments later. I stick around while they check her vitals, and make sure she is alright. They load her onto a stretcher, but she is not having any of it.
“I’m fine, really. Can’t I just go home?” she begs, but her words are slurred and I barely make them out.
They continue strapping her in, although it is apparent it’s the last thing she wants.
“We really recommend that you let us take you back to the hospital so we can get a better look at you.”
She continues to fight against the restraints. “You don’t understand. I can’t afford any of this.”
Sympathy passes across the eyes of the EMT’s, but they still urge her to let them take her in.
Ciera begins to cry softly, halting everyone in their place. “Please…” she says softly. “I just want to go home and rest.”
In the end, Ciera gets her way, and the paramedics leave without transporting her back to the hospital like they recommended. It’s nearly six thirty by the time they pack up, and Ciera and I are left alone in the empty halls of our school.
“You didn’t have to wait…” she says softly, as we walk slowly out the front door.
“I was here when it happened. I couldn’t just leave.”
She shifts her blue eyes to mine, and then back out to the sky. The sun is setting on the horizon, and there are beautiful oranges and yellow colors in the clouds.
“Well, thank you.” She begins to walk toward the parking lot, away from me.
“Where are you going?” I question, following behind her.
“I am going home...what else would I be doing?”
“Get in my car,” I order, grabbing her by the arm.
Surprised by my forwardness, she pulls back aggressively. “I’m fine, Topher.”
“You just had a seizure. I’m sure it took a lot out of you. The last thing you need is a five mile trek home, when I am offering you a ride.” I reach out once again, latching onto her arm, and pulling her behind me.
“Let me go!” She wrestles to break free of my hold.
“Why are you being so stubborn?” I stop walking abruptly, and address her face to face. We are so close, our noses almost touch.
“Don’t you think you’ve done enough community service for one day?” she asks, her eyes glaring
“Ciera?” I call out her name once more, but her eyes are closed, and she is unconscious. “Help!” I yell out, hoping that a teacher may still be around at this late hour.
I snatch my phone out of my pocket, hurriedly dialing 911. I look back at her face, and her eyes are still rolled to the back of her head. I gently sweep her hair out of her face. I don’t know the first thing to do in a situation like this…I’m panicking.
I don’t know if I should move her or if I should keep her put until the paramedics arrive. If she simply fainted or if it’s worse. As I’m attempting to direct the paramedics to the school, she begins convulsing in my arms. Her whole body is jerking and contorting in uncomfortable ways. She is having a seizure. The fear in my voice is apparent, because the 911 operator remains calm and instructs me to turn her over to her side once I notice white foam spilling out of her mouth. I do as I am told to prevent choking.
After the longest two minutes of my life, she finally stops jerking about, and her body goes limp again. I can see her eyes fluttering, and I think she is coming to. The operator says they will be here any minute.
“Ciera?” I ask, hoping that he is finally coherent.
Her eyes flutter open, and she stares weakly back at me. “What happened?” Her words are barely recognizable as she tries to sit up, but I keep her down with my hand on her shoulder.
“They said you shouldn’t move until they get here.”
Even with my instruction, she pushes herself up from the ground, into a seated position. She is sweating, and looks like she just had a hard work out. The paramedics arrive moments later. I stick around while they check her vitals, and make sure she is alright. They load her onto a stretcher, but she is not having any of it.
“I’m fine, really. Can’t I just go home?” she begs, but her words are slurred and I barely make them out.
They continue strapping her in, although it is apparent it’s the last thing she wants.
“We really recommend that you let us take you back to the hospital so we can get a better look at you.”
She continues to fight against the restraints. “You don’t understand. I can’t afford any of this.”
Sympathy passes across the eyes of the EMT’s, but they still urge her to let them take her in.
Ciera begins to cry softly, halting everyone in their place. “Please…” she says softly. “I just want to go home and rest.”
In the end, Ciera gets her way, and the paramedics leave without transporting her back to the hospital like they recommended. It’s nearly six thirty by the time they pack up, and Ciera and I are left alone in the empty halls of our school.
“You didn’t have to wait…” she says softly, as we walk slowly out the front door.
“I was here when it happened. I couldn’t just leave.”
She shifts her blue eyes to mine, and then back out to the sky. The sun is setting on the horizon, and there are beautiful oranges and yellow colors in the clouds.
“Well, thank you.” She begins to walk toward the parking lot, away from me.
“Where are you going?” I question, following behind her.
“I am going home...what else would I be doing?”
“Get in my car,” I order, grabbing her by the arm.
Surprised by my forwardness, she pulls back aggressively. “I’m fine, Topher.”
“You just had a seizure. I’m sure it took a lot out of you. The last thing you need is a five mile trek home, when I am offering you a ride.” I reach out once again, latching onto her arm, and pulling her behind me.
“Let me go!” She wrestles to break free of my hold.
“Why are you being so stubborn?” I stop walking abruptly, and address her face to face. We are so close, our noses almost touch.
“Don’t you think you’ve done enough community service for one day?” she asks, her eyes glaring
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