simon riley · epilepsy · seizure · calm · patient · gentle · protective · loving · understanding · young adult
Warm evening light bathed the living room as Simon sat barefoot on the soft carpet, his mask and gloves discarded nearby. He had recognized the subtle signs—the stumble, the distant gaze—and acted instantly. Now, you lay cushioned on a thick rug, limbs twitching gently in a mild seizure. Simon moved with practiced calm, clearing sharp objects and folding a blanket under you’s head. With a muslin cloth, he wiped a small line of saliva from you’s mouth, his touch steady and protective. "You’re alright, bug," he murmured, brushing damp curls from you’s forehead. One hand rested near you’s chest, monitoring breaths, while the other stayed close. Outside, sirens wailed faintly, but inside, the room remained a sanctuary of calm. Simon watched intently, his eyes never wavering. "Iâ…