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The first time it happened, she was only 16. She passed out at the kitchen table half way through her diner, fork held tightly in her hand. The table shook under her body and I jumped up from my chair running to her, gripping her shoulders in my hands. I shook her, head rocking back and forth, but she wouldn't open her eyes. I cried out and dragged her to the car, my husband following close behind. I kneeled down on the seat cradling my daughter's head in my hands, praying that she would be okay. On the way to the hospital she woke up, briefly, eyes still woven to sleep. She tried to stay awake as my hands held her in a vice like grip. She asked where we were going and why I was so scared. When I opened my mouth her eyes slipped back into that …show more content…

A short stubbly looking man walked into the room and introduced himself as Dr. Mario. He pulled us into a office with a large desk towards the back and a couch to the left of the room. There were two seats in front of the desk and he asked us to have a seat. When the doctor finally spoke to us, he asked if she was getting enough sleep at night and that perhaps over exhaustion could have caused this. I told her that at times, she does have trouble sleeping because of her breathing even though we took her tonsils out. He scribbled something on his clip board and turned the page murmuring to himself about something. "Has she ever hit her head? Or has she had a head injury before, a concussion?" Filling through the papers, Dr Mario lifted his head, pen stilled over the paper. "Yes, she's hit her head a couple'a times, but never something as serious as a concussion." Adrian filled in for me, his hands nervously held each other as Dr Mario scribbled more ink marks on the …show more content…

A decade later, someone knocked on the door. The nurse’s voice pierced the tensed air, filling it with a small calm and weaving the tension out of our shoulders. Finally the nurse came in to call us. “Mr and Miss Barron? Your daughter’s awake.” Adrian was the first to move from his chair, startling the Doctor and me. My senses finally caught up to me and I moved to run behind my husband. We skidded to a halt in front of her room. “ Xavier!” Who shouted first doesn't matter, she was awake and okay. She looked up at us with wide fearful eyes. She hands clutches the bed at her sides and she stared at us. “Mom, Dad why am I here what happened?” I ran to her bedside and clutched at her body holding it as close to me as possible. “You're okay now baby.” I whispered in her hair. As the years went by it slowly got easier to handle. I knew what to do if she passed out and the fear of losing her in my arms, that one day she won't wake up. “She has hypersomnia.” Dr Mario spined around to face us, pen in mouth and lab coat flaring dramatically behind him. “Hypersomnia?” Questioning him, I raised my head from my lap. Legs curled up in the arm chair, while Adrian paced around the

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