Chapter 51: She’s Having A Seizure!
Iris’s POV
As Amelia and I reached the outsketch of the pack territory, the small house where madam Elara, Amelia’s mother lived, we approached and were now standing in front of the door.
Amelia knocked as usual as we waited but no answer came as she knocked again, harder this time. "Mom?" she called softly but no response still. I stepped to the side, pressing my face against the little space on the window. The curtains were parted just enough for me to peek inside, and what I saw made my heart lurch.
Elara was on the floor, her body convulsing violently. Her dark hair was splayed across in a messy look, some covering her face, and her face was contorted in pain, her eyes squeezed shut as she struggled. There was a pot on the stove, boiling relentlessly as I realized she was probably making a meal before this seizure struck her.
"Amelia!" I gasped, grabbing her arm. "She’s on the floor, she’s having a seizure!"
We didn’t hesitate as we pushed the door open forcefully and approached her. Amelia dropped to her knees beside her mother, her hands hovering over Elara’s trembling body. "Mom, hold on, I’m here," she called, her voice breaking as if she’s trying not to let those tears drop. I knelt beside her too, my heart pounding as I tried to recall what little I knew about seizures. I knew nothing, absolutely nothing as fear gripped me, afraid at the scene unfolding before me.
"Her medicine!" Amelia called out, her voice filled with urgency. "It’s in the room cabinet in a small orange bottle, top shelf!"
I scrambled to my feet, nearly tripping over a chair as I darted to the room. In there, was cluttered with towels and clothes as it draped haphazardly on the bed and chair but I found the cabinet and yanked it open. My fingers fumbled through bottles of painkillers until I spotted the orange prescription bottle labeled Diazepam. I grabbed it and a glass of water from the sink, rushing back to the kitchen.
Amelia had propped Elara’s head on a folded dish towel, her hands gently holding her mother’s shoulders to keep her from thrashing against the hard floor. "It’s okay, Mom, we’ve got you," she murmured, though her voice trembled. I dropped to my knees, twisting the cap off the bottle and shaking out a small white pill. Unfortunately, it was remaining only 2 tablets.
"How do we get her to take it?" I asked, my hands shaking as I held one of the pill. Elara’s convulsions were slowing, but her body still twitched, her breathing ragged.