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"You told me it was going to knock him out for a few hours not send him into a fucking seizure.â
The Many Pains of Fredrick Beauchamp | Witches of East End S02
Teena Marie's Untimely Death
Teena Marie's Untimely Death
So somebody seized and they had both decordicate and decrerbrate posturing, it was weird.
It was my first status epilepticus.
And three of these words are not in spell check so donât judge me đ

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16 Â Bucky has another seizure (Whoa Bessie) (emeto) please amd thank uou!
Just to be sure weâre all on the same page, this is set in my AUÂ âverse where Steve is trans and Bucky is a war veteran/amputee.
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Steve rolls over and stretches his arms over his head. Â His elbow brushes Jamesâs warm back, and he canât help but smile. Â âGood morning,â he says sleepily, sliding an embrace around Jamesâs shoulders. Â âHappy Saturday.â
âHmph,â James grunts into the pillow. Â ââM tired.â
Steve chuckles. Â He lifts his head to peek at the alarm clock. Â Itâs nearly nine, but thereâs nothing on the schedule today. Â âNo rush to get up,â he whispers, burying his nose in Jamesâs hair.
ââŚgood.â
They lounge until eleven. Â Eventually Steveâs stomach starts rumbling, and he pushes the covers down to his waist before easing into a seated position. Â âYou feel like brunch?â he asks.
âBrunch?â James repeats.
âIsnât that what you call it when you sleep straight through to lunchtime?â
James shrugs. Â He pushes his hair off his forehead and sighs.
âYou feeling ok?â Steve asks. Â Jamesâs sleep patterns are unpredictable, and heâs as used to easing him through a night of insomnia and nightmares as he is to waking him in the morning when he sleeps like the dead.
James shrugs again.  âIâŚdonât know.â
Steve palms his forehead, then leans in for a kiss. Â âYou donât feel warm.â
âI feelâŚweird.â
âHungry?â Steve tries. Â His own stomach answers in the affirmative.
âNotâŚreally,â James says slowly.  âSorry.â
âSometimes youâre so empty, you just feel sick.â Â Steve swings his legs out of bed. Â âHow about I start you some toast?â
âI, um. Â I guess?â Â James sits up. Â Wrinkles appear between his eyes as he squints at Steve.
âIâll get it going for you. Â Maybe some eggs, too, so thereâs protein if you feel up to it.â
James doesnât respond. Â He stares blankly into his lap.
Steve smiles at him, then snags a t-shirt off the chair in the corner. Â He pulls it over his head as he pads to the kitchen to give James some space.
He starts a pot of coffee, then Steve pours himself a glass of orange juice to sip while he prepares the food. Â Soon the warm, yeasty smell of toast fills the apartment. Â He smears butter on a slice and devours it before cracking eggs into a bowl and beginning to beat them with a fork.
Steveâs dividing the scramble onto two plates when James finally emerges from the bedroom. Â He has a hoodie on over his t-shirt and boxers, the empty left sleeve hanging by his hip.
âHey, just in time,â Steve says. Â âIf you donât want eggs, we can save them for later.â Â He pulls two more slices of toast from the toaster. Â âYou want butter?â
âHm.â Â James opens a cabinet and fumbles for a mug. Â âCoffee first.â
âHow could I forget, youâre a coffee first kind of guy.â Â He gives James a playful pinch to the waistband. Â âIâll get it, Buck. Â Why donât you go sit down?â
James doesnât say anything. Â He doesnât move, either. Â He tenses under Steveâs touch, and his knuckles go white around the handle of the mug clenched in his grasp.
âBuck? Â You ok?â Â Steve leans around him to peer into Jamesâs eyes. Â Thereâs a split second of connection, then Jamesâs eyelids flutter and he starts to fall.
The mug hits the floor first and smashes, then James crumples. Â He goes down on one knee and his stump shoulder, then remains on his side as the seizure takes hold.
Steve hurriedly sweeps the shards of broken ceramic to the side with his bare foot, then sinks into a crouch at Jamesâs side. Â Heâs been trained on the basics for situations like this, but itâs the first time heâs seen it happen. Â Steve hovers his hands an inch over Jamesâs quivering arm. Â He knows he shouldnât touch him. Â Itâs hard to fight the instinct to provide physical comfort.
âItâs ok, Bucky,â he whispers. Â âYouâre gonna be ok, just hold on.â
A guttural groan escapes between Jamesâs clenched teeth. Â Steve isnât sure if itâs a response to his words, but he keeps murmuring encouragements. Â âYep. Â Itâs ok. Â Iâm right here, Buck, alright?â
It seems like the seizure lasts forever, though it canât be more than a minute. Â It occurs to Steve that he should probably count the seconds, but by the time he starts, Jamesâs taught muscles begin to relax. Â He lets out a soft whimper, and Steve promptly loses his place.
âHey, Buck,â Steve breathes.
âHmm.â Â Jamesâs shoulders twitch. Â At first Steve thinks itâs an aftershock of the tremors moving through his body, but a wet noise comes from his throat and he vomits onto the floor.
Steve slides around to the other side of Jamesâs head so heâs not kneeling in the mess and gently holds his arm with one hand while he smooths Jamesâs hair back with the other. Â He only has bile to purge, and the heaves quickly turn dry. Â âItâs ok,â Steve intones. Â âYouâre ok.â
âHmm.â Â Jamesâs lashes flutter, and he turns his head a fraction of an inch to look up at Steve.
âHey.â Â Steve feels his cheeks turn up in a grin. Â âThere you are.â
âSteveâŚâ  James works to push the word out.
âShhh, itâs ok.â Â Steve pats his shoulder. Â âYou had a seizure. Â Do you, uh, think youâre back with me?â
âUm. Â Y-yeah.â Â His voice is rough, but thereâs recognition in Jamesâs eyes.
âGood.â Â Steve pushes sweaty hair from Jamesâs forehead.
James plants his hand on the floor in front of him and starts to push up. Â His elbow trembles with the effort. Â Steve wraps his arms around Jamesâs chest to support him. Â âThere you go.â
As soon as heâs upright, Jamesâs shoulders lurch forward as he gags again. Â âFfffuck,â he breathes, turning his head to dab his lips on his shoulder.
âItâs ok,â Steve says sympathetically.
âIâŚdonât feel good.â
âI know.  Iâm sorry, Buck.â  Steve holds him up as James coughs weakly.  âWhen you think you can stand up, Iâll help you go lie on the couch. Then Iâll give your doctor a callâŚâ  Steveâs thinking out loud, but he quiets when James slides his shaking hand over Steveâs.
âSteve,â he rasps.
âYeah?â
âI justâŚyouâre here.â
âYeah,â Steve says.
ââŚgood.â
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Day 29: Seizure
@la-vie-en-whumpâs Whumptober Challenge
âSam!â Daisy was frantic as she watched Samâs muscles begin to tighten and release, and still he did not stir.
Suddenly, Samâs body spasmed, his muscles cording tightly under his skin and arching his back off the mattress. His muscle relaxed, then immediately contracted, stiffening his entire frame. His arms and legs jerked rhythmically.
âDean!â she yelled, watching as the convulsions wracked Samâs body for a double handful of seconds. Then he went still, completely motionless.
Dean rolled out bed with a grunt and limped over to them. âDaisy, whatâs wrong?â
âSam had a seizure. He wonât wake up.â Daisy slapped Samâs face lightly, then a little harder. There was no response.
âThat black stuff?â
Daisy nodded wordlessly, moving aside the towel. Instantly, black tendrils swarmed the open area, slipping behind his neck and gliding over his shoulder. She replaced it immediately. âTheyâre moving faster.â
âWhat do we do?â
Daisy shook her head and whispered, âI donât know.â
They stared at Sam helplessly for a moment, then Dean snapped his fingers. âDo you have a rosary in your bag?â
âI do, butââ
Dean didnât let her finish. âKeep trying to wake him up.â Moving carefully, he retrieved the rosary, then made his way across the cabin towards the small bathroom.
âCome on, Sam,â Daisy muttered, patting his head, chafing his hands, and shaking him gently. âWake up. Wake up.â She was rewarded with a brief fluttering of his eyelids, but nothing more.
âCan you move him?â Dean called, and she heard the sound of running water.
âIâll try,â she replied. She gripped Samâs wrists and tugged him into a sitting position, moving the wet towel around his shoulders. He slumped forward as Daisy shifted his legs off the bed and rotated him so he was facing her. Bracing his feet with her own, she pulled him up, then twisted so that he draped over her like a backpack. She shifted his arms until they fell over her shoulders, then held on tightly. Bending forward slightly, she took a step, then another, and then another until she had crossed the open space between the bunks and the bathroom.
Dean helped as much as he could when she lowered Sam to the floor, but he was severely limited by his injured leg and his broken rib. Dean had the shower going, warm water spraying the far wall. There was no tub, just a shallow dip in the floor so the water could run off into a drain. Daisy propped Sam against the wall beneath the spray and looked at Dean questioningly.
âI put the rosary in the shower head,â he said, pointing.
Daisy looked down at Sam. The black tendrils, which had swiftly covered his chest, sides, and back when the towel had been removed, were fading to nothing beneath the shower of holy water. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw his eyes flutter open.
âBut we canât leave him in the shower forever,â she said, worried. âHang on.â
Daisy stepped back into the kitchen and rummaged around for a mug, then filled it from the basin of holy water. She returned with it, kneeling next to Sam and holding it to his lips.
âDrink this,â she urged.
With water running down his face in rivulets and soaking his jeans, Sam blinked at her without comprehension until she tipped the mug up and let the liquid pool at Samâs lips. He opened his mouth and took a long drink while Daisy held her breath.
Sam pulled away, pain contorting his face as he was seized by a coughing fit, spewing black water across the floor. Dean recoiled, and Daisy watched it swirl, fizz, and spiral towards the drain.