The Case of T.P. Wallace
Chapter Two
I see him staring blankly at the wall before his eyelids drop.
Thad’s left arm stiffens. His right arms shakes. I fall to the floor with his body and gently guide him on his side. After loosening the buttons on his shirt near his neck, I place a pillow under his head. As he grips my arm around his shoulders, I take notice that he is consciously back with me.
Under my hold, he asks roughly, “How long did it last?” as he tries to get up.
I frown at his question. He just had another one of his seizures and he’s wondering how long it lasted?! I click my tongue but eventually decide to answer the patient. I calmly say, “About seventy seconds.”
He smiles to himself. “New record.”
Thad’s left arm stiffens. His right arms shakes. I fall to the floor with his body and gently guide him on his side. After loosening the buttons on his shirt near his neck, I place a pillow under his head. As he grips my arm around his shoulders, I take notice that he is consciously back with me.
Under my hold, he asks roughly, “How long did it last?” as he tries to get up.
I frown at his question. He just had another one of his seizures and he’s wondering how long it lasted?! I click my tongue but eventually decide to answer the patient. I calmly say, “About seventy seconds.”
He smiles to himself. “New record.”