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Skye has a seizure at dusk, and we're alone. I hold her wrists down so she doesn't fall from her hospital bed, turn her on her side and hit the nurse distress button screaming for someone to help us. She's shaking uncontrollably, and the bracelets on her wrists move in a discordant lullaby. Then it's over, and the nurses come and check her pulse, her blood oxygen, her motor control. She can talk again, but she's confused and doesn't know who she is. She can't move her legs. I stroke her hair and tell her where she is, help her slow her breathing, and help the nurses. Our roommates return, and she starts seizin