She sagged against him in relief, knees shaking and refusing to hold her up. Helios emerged from the cat door, twining around Isaac’s feet and meowing like he believed that would help. It was clear he knew something was wrong with his momma.
“In a moment, Helios,” he murmured softly by way of greeting, crossing the room and heading to the bedroom, lowering her onto the bed and smoothing her hair back. “We don’t need to talk now, Summer…just tell me what you need, okay?”
She started to answer him, but then another wave of the seizure hit her, bowing her spine, and all she could do was clutch at the covers and try not to cry. It wasn’t exactly pain, although it made her ache like after a workout, so much as it was the lack of control that hurt. Helios jumped onto the bed and licked her hand, bathing the fingers assiduously, and she managed a tremulous smile. “Good boy,” she whispered, through gritted teeth. “That’s right.” The roughness of his kitty tongue gave her something else to focus on, something that didn’t simply feed back in.
Finally it began to let her go, leaving only intermittent jitters in her arms and legs, and she leaned back against the pillows and sighed, eyes closed. “Sorry,” she murmured. “I didn’t want you to see that.”