“I won’t choke. They aren’t that kind of seizure. It’s not the medical kind of seizure, it’s really much more like I put my finger in an electric socket — all my muscles twitch and cramp and jump and pull. It’s /awful/, but I’m totally conscious throughout the whole thing.” She reached out to tousle his hair. “Isaac, I’ve been dealing with these for a couple years now. I’ll be fine, I know what to do.”
Thinking about his offer to try to deal with Jesse, she frowned a little. “I … don’t know if you should talk to him. I’ve never seen him like he was today. Then again, he’s never seen me with another guy — maybe he was jealous. I think — you should do what you think is best, there. I don’t know /what/ to do anymore.”
“Yeah, and that sounds so much healthier,” he drawled sarcastically and leaned back, folding his arms across his chest and regarding her with a frown. Listening as she continued her explanation and then relaxing and nuzzling at her fingers, he shrugged helplessly and shook his head. “It scared me, okay?”
“How about this – if he hurts you or threatens you in anyway ever again…I can punch him then?” He piped up eagerly, recalling his face to memory should he ever need it again. He hated the sound of Summer’s fear earlier and it had took every bit of self-restraint he possessed not to act out to protect her.
“It scares me too,” she snapped. “But it’s not like I chose this, or like I can just turn it off — I’m not particularly fond of how you react to the full moon, either, but it’s there so I accept it.” Summer ran her fingers down the side of his face, brushing them over his mouth and pausing to poke at the freckle on his chin. “For all of me, you can punch him any time you like, but I don’t want you to get into trouble.”