Page 3 of Echoes of Obsession
Had I been standing, he would have sat right in front of me, not allowing me to move, and done the same thing.
Now, he’s saying,I’m worried, mom. Time to lay down.
This means that a seizure is imminent. It could happen in five seconds or five minutes. Either way, Sky is telling me that something in my body is building up, and it will explode. It’s not really understood how they do it, but Sky is sensing changes in my scent, body language, or even electrical activity in my brain that foreshadows a seizure. Possibly even a combination of all three.
“Is everything okay?”
The man who let me in tonight is standing behind Sky.
“What do you need?” he asks me.
I shake my head to remove the lightheadedness and try to give this man a smile.
“I have to go,” I explain.
Sky removes himself from my side, allowing me to stand. But he won’t take his eyes off of me. Instead, he nudges my pocket with a hard poke from his snoot.
Once he’s alerted me to an oncoming seizure, he typically rushes to grab my emergency medication from the location where I always keep it, brings it back, and watches my every move.
Nodding my understanding, I reach into my pocket and grab the Midazolam nose spray. It’s an emergency medication I use when I’m alerted to an oncoming seizure. Its purpose is to either stop the seizure from happening or to at least shorten it.
I quickly take the spray before gripping Sky’s fur.
“Follow me,” the man says.
“Can I have some water?” I ask the woman instead.
My mouth is coated in a metallic taste, the first sign for me personally that a seizure is coming. Like always, I’m blown away by Sky’s ability to detect them so early.
“I have bottled water in my office,” the man says. “Do I need to carry you?”
As if he could. I probably weigh as much as he does. Albeit, his are muscles, and mine’s chips. But still.
“He’s safe,” Emily says. “That’s Ghost. He’s the owner of this place.”
“That doesn’t make him safe,” I say gently. “Just makes him more powerful.”
“Smart woman,” Ghost says, a smile teasing the corner of his mouth. “Jax, take over for Emily. Em, come with us.”
I don’t explain that just because Emily is a woman doesn’t make her safe. I’m trying hard not to fall. My head is spinning.
Without a word, I’m lifted off the ground, and we’re moving quickly.
I don’t bother calling for Sky. He’s trained to stay as close to me as he’s able. Even off the harness, he’s still half-focused on me at home because seizures don’t care where you are when they come out to play. So, technically, Sky is always working. I only have his vest and harness on when we’re out so he can be identified by what he does. Plus, he carries my extra medications, his paperwork, and my medical record in case I’m not able to communicate.
I’m vaguely aware of being placed on something soft. I can’t even bother to be impressed by the strength this man must have to pick me up and carry me anywhere.
My eyes close and the last thing I feel is Sky climbing on top of my body.
***
“Is she alright?”
“I think she’ll be fine. Call Maddy and ask her to bring a change of clothes.”
“Alright. I’ll be right back.”
“Tell her not to forget underwear.”