Seizure — Ifeelmyself Robyn

Her knees folded against the rail; someone steadied her by the elbow. The support was warm. She tried to articulate: seizure? The word thunked somewhere unconnected to the language centers. A sharp metallic taste flooded her mouth. For a moment the world was a moving painting—no edges, no names—then came a sudden flare of light behind her left eye, and the room tipped.