Chapter 83: The Weight of Survival

Jeremy. His name echoed in my mind like a desperate cry, as the familiar, creeping sensation of seizures began to take hold. Panic surged through me, threatening to drown me entirely. My breath became shallow, and my hands trembled uncontrollably. I tried to steady myself, reminding myself to breathe. **In and out.** I mentally chanted, though it felt futile. The familiar sweat beaded on my forehead, a clear sign that my condition was quickly spiraling out of control. I looked down at my trembling hands, and then up at Nick, who stood nearby, concern flickering in his eyes. My vision blurred with unshed tears, and I cursed myself for not taking the medication Nick had given me back at the mansion. Now, of all times, my body was betraying me, just when Jeremy needed me most. How could I help him like this? Nick, sensing my growing distress, hurried over to me. His strong hands gripped my shoulders firmly, offering reassurance through his touch. His eyes, filled with empathy, silently