Ifeelmyself Robyn Seizure -

Then the episode broke—suddenness as merciless as its onset. The world rushed back like water filling a hollow. She collapsed onto a shoulder. The music, still playing, felt obscene in its normalcy. Sweat ran from her temples in cold lines. The person supporting her murmured a name she recognized: Mara. Robyn found her voice small and raw. “I—” she began. Words came out as fragile threads. “I think—seizure,” she managed. Her speech was slow, as if passing through sand.