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24/04/2001
The Rousseau's Residence, Kingswear, Devon
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"OH MY GOD— ELINOR! ELLIE!"

Ezme ran over and knelt by her sister's convulsing body, hands hovering around as all common sense left all of her brain cells. She didn't know what she should do. God, what should she do?

"MAMA! PAPA! OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD— MAMA! MAMA, IT'S ELLIE!"

Her shrill screams were replied by a series of hurried footsteps and the Rousseaus parents opened the door to see one of their daughters having a terrifying seizure episode on the floor.

"ELLIE!"

They rushed over, taking in the sight.

"Roll her to the side! Roll her to the side!" Bielle exclaimed panically, "Ezme, call an ambulance!"

Ezme wiped her tears with the back of her hand and rushed away to make the call.

Elinor's skin was pale white, but her entire face and tightly clenched fists were as red as wine. Her body arched back as it jerked uncontrollably. Her eyes bulged in tension and kept on rolling backwards.

Etienne took the closest thing he found, which was a cloth, rolled it, and shakily put it between her clenched teeth.

Foam, blood, and saliva dripped down from the corner of her mouth as she whimpered, wailing incoherently.

Elinor cried— she couldn't feel anything but pain. She couldn't gain any control over her own body. She couldn't feel Bielle's rhytmic pat or hear her soft, encouraging words.

Was this the end?

The end came way sooner than she expected.

Take me now, Elinor thought, take me now or make it stop. Make it stop...

Make it stop...

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25/04/2001
Emergency Room, Newton Abbot Community Hospital, Devon
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"SORRY— I'M SORRY—"

George didn't know that he had it in him, but he never ran this fast in his entire life.

Not even when Filch or Mrs. Norris were hot on his tail after a prank gone wrong.

But when Ezme called at one in the morning, half-sobbing and half-crying, he just had to see how bad the condition was himself.

But when Ezme called at one in the morning, half-sobbing and half-crying, he just had to see how bad the condition was himself

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