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It was like a seizure.
He just didn't stop shaking.
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Bradley and Caleb clambered into the car and hit the gas. They drove off and left their father in the dust. Caleb panted heavily, having just been attacked. Bradley still felt slightly unwell from his ever-aching cough and slightly uneasy stomach that was getting worse the further away they drove into nothing. A shrill ring brought Brad out of his thoughts. He glanced down at the mile-o-meter and it read they were 25 miles away from where they last met their dad. It would take a while before they saw him again. Brad pulled over and looked at Caleb, who was picking up the phone with shaking fingers.

"Hello?" He asked, trying to keep a steady voice. Put it on speaker. Brad mouthed. Caleb fumbled for a bit before resting it on his knee on speaker.

"Hey boys! How's your dad time? You having fun?" Caleb looked over at Brad, who had to worse treatment out of the two. Brad made a grabby motion with his hand and Caleb pulled it off speaker and handed it to Brad. "Mom," Brad choked out, unable to say any more. "Brad, honey?" The tears began leaking out of Brad's eyes as he heard his mom's voice. Brad's hands shook too much and he passed the phone back to Caleb, who took it and spared a worried glance to Bradley.

Bradley's vision was fading in and out and his breaths were uneven.

"Uh... mom, I'm gonna call you back. I need to call 911."

"Wait, what? Caleb don't you dare hang up on me! CALEB! CA-" Caleb hung up. He dialled 911 and waited for them to pick up.

(Caleb. Brad. 911)

"911 what's your emergency?"

"It's my brother and he's freaking outandit'smakingmefreakouthespaleandi'mgonnadiehe'sgonnagetme!!!"

"Ok... ok, slow down son. Now, your brother you say?"

"Yeah, he's not looking too good. He's pale and shaking."

"Ok, well can you pass me to him?"

"Not really..."

"I need you to try and pass me to him."

"Hello?"

"Hello, Bradley. I need you to talk to me. What's the matter?"

"I-I-He-I just...No, I can't..."

"Bradley? Bradley?"

"It's Caleb again, Brad just freaked out. I don't think he can talk."

"Caleb, I need you to keep me and speaker and tell me where you are."

"I-I-I don't know... All I know is its in a forest."

​​​​​​​"Ok, that's no problem. I'll track your phone now. In the meantime, try to keep your brother calm for me."

"How do I do that? He's really freaking out!"

Bradley was staring at his hands, which were shaking really bad.

​​​​​​​"Ok, I've found you. ETA 15 minutes. Caleb, I need you to listen carefully."

"I'm listening..."

"Good. I need you to try and ground Bradley. Ask him to describe what he can see, what he can hear, what he can smell. If that doesn't work, try and get him to match your breathing. If he passes out, lay him down and make sure he doesn't seize up."

"SIEZES? Like... a seizure?"

"Yes, it is sometimes common for someone to seize up if they panic during unconsciousness. But don't worry. It will only be a seizure if he thrashes and has a pale foamy liquid leaving his lips."

​​​​​​​"Ok... I'm scared."

​​​​​​​"It's ok... I can hear sirens, now. The other police officer and paramedic are there now. Good job, Caleb."

"Ok..."

"Brad, what can you see?" Caleb dialled their mom again. "Ssh.. Brad's having a panic attack." He whispered to his mom. "Brad, honey? Listen to my voice. Bradley, what can you see?" Brad took a deep breath. "Trees... where dad was..."

"No no no, don't think of him Brad."

"Mom, I have to go now. The paramedic is here now. I'll call you in a second."

Beep.

"Full name?"

"Bradley Jonathon Baker, but responds better to Brad."

"Age?"

"16 in a few days."

The paramedic sighed and crouched down to where Bradley was cowering. Caleb was drinking hot chocolate and answering statements.

"Brad, I need you to focus. What can you see?" Bradley kept shaking.

It was like a seizure, he just could stop the shaking.

"Bradley?"

Suddenly, Bradley fell down in a heap. A convulsing heap. The paramedic jumped onto his knees next to him and laid Bradley's head in his lap.

"Shit, Lucy! He's going into a Psychogenic seizure (EXTERNAL LINK)! Get the bed, quickly!!" Caleb was slightly panicked to see his brother go down so quickly. The paramedic he was with shut the ambulance doors.

"You don't want to see that, son. It can get very nasty very quickly. Do you have anywhere to go?" Caleb shook his head, "No. I was with my dad, but... that's what lead to this. My mom and step-dad are on a cruise, though I guess she'll be on her way back now." The paramedic, Dean, patted his shoulder. "Ok. You can stay at the hospital with your brother until your mom gets back."

The ambulance Caleb was in, drove off, Bradley's pretty close behind.