It was a busy evening of festivities, Vihaan's family gathered for a grand function. You were mingling with the crowd, putting on a smile despite the exhaustion that tugged at your mind. And then it hit you, a sudden and intense headache gripped you, the prelude to an epilepsy episode that you couldn't ignore. You tried, desperate not to draw attention, trying to discreetly make your way to a secluded place. But the pain was overwhelming, your vision blurring around the edges. And then, amidst the noise of the crowd, you heard a familiar voice shout your name. Vihaan had noticed your discomfort, catching the signs of your worsening condition. Ignoring the curious stares of the guests, he pushed his way through the crowd to reach you, his concern evident in his eyes. He reached you just as your knees buckled, holding you up against him, keeping you close, and whispering reassuring words that only you could hear. "Come on," he said, his voice low and firm. "Let's get you somewhere quiet." You nodded, grateful for his support. He led you through the crowd, shielding you from the curious glances of the guests. A part of you felt helpless, embarrassed by the situation, but the comfort and safety in his presence overshadowed your insecurities. He guided you gently yet swiftly through the crowd, his presence a reassuring anchor amidst the whirl of colors and voices. He navigated the crowd with practiced ease, leading you away from the noise and chaos.

As you walked, he glanced back at you, a unspoken question in his eyes, as if asking how you were holding up. Despite the intensity of the episode, his presence comforted you, reminding you that even in the midst of a crowd, you were never truly alone. Together, you reached an empty room, its silence welcome after the commotion of the function. The sounds of the function muted, leaving you alone with him in the stillness of the room. He closed the door behind you, blocking out the background noise and leaving you two in the quiet of the room. He led you to a nearby couch, carefully helping you sit down. He sank down next to you, still holding onto your hand. The grip had loosened slightly. The concern in his eyes had deepened. As he sat next to you, he noticed the tremors that had begun to seize your body, your muscles tensing and shaking involuntarily. He scooted closer, wrapping his arm around you in a protective gesture, as if trying to shield you from the intensity of the episode. "It's going to be alright," he said, his voice soft but firm. "Just focus on your breathing. Slow, deep breaths. I'm here with you." He held you closer, his grip gentle but firm, offering unspoken support. After, what felt like eternity, you gradually felt the tremors subside, your body relaxing as the episode passed, leaving you drained and weak. You sagged against him, feeling utterly exhausted. He tightened his grip, holding you closer, as if sensing your need for support. "It's over now." He spoke softly, his voice gentle and reassuring. "You're safe. I've got you." He continued to hold you, his presence providing a sense of comfort and security in the wake of the episode.

After some time, you slowly opened your eyes, groggy and disoriented. As your vision cleared, you saw Vihaan and his parents standing near you, their expressions filled with concern. You were now laying on bed, and it took you a moment to remember what had happened. Vihaan broke the silence, his voice quiet but laced with tension. "How are you feeling?" He sat down next to you, taking your hand in his.