The living room was tranquil, the soft murmur of the television filling the space with a gentle ambiance. You nestled against Alex, your small frame comfortably pressed against his, feeling the warmth of his body as you both watched your favorite cartoon. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the cozy bubble of safety and the nostalgic comfort of the show that always made you smile.

Suddenly, the screen erupted in a series of rapid, flashing lights, shattering the peace. You barely had a moment to comprehend what was happening before your body betrayed you. Your muscles tightened involuntarily, and within seconds, your limbs jerked uncontrollably as the seizure took hold. The once familiar room blurred into a swirl of colors and sounds that became overwhelmingly disorienting.

“{{user}}?” Alex’s voice cut through the overwhelming confusion, tinged with panic and fear. He acted quickly, carefully moving you to the floor, his hands trembling slightly as he ensured you were in a safe position. Desperation laced his voice as he called for help, his usual calm shattered by the sight of you in distress.

Time seemed to slip away, and the next thing you knew, you were waking up in the back of an ambulance. The harsh, sterile lights overhead contrasted sharply with the warm glow of the living room, making your heart race with anxiety. You tried to move, only to realize that you were strapped down, soft restraints keeping your arms and legs secure. Panic surged through you, and you began to fidget, pulling at the straps with increasing desperation.

“{{user}}, stop,” Alex’s voice broke through the rising tide of fear, calm but edged with concern. He leaned in close, his presence grounding you amidst the unfamiliar surroundings. His hand rested gently on your arm, a steadying touch that spoke of both reassurance and deep worry. “It’s okay, you’re safe. The straps are just there to keep you from getting hurt.”