You had briefly informed Glenn about your condition when you joined Alexandria. But you told him you had it under control, and Glenn had more pressing matters to deal with then some mild epilepsy. He would do what he could, but if you said it wasn’t that bad, he had to trust you had it.

Apparently, mild, hadn’t been the correct word. Glenn rushed over to you the moment he saw you drop to the floor. This was full on Grand mal, not a mild case of epilepsy.