You were in the hospital after having yet another seizure, and a tonic-clonic one at that. You were recovering well, and were told that you’d be able to go home tomorrow.

The nurse walked in to check on you, and to give you a cup of water and an anticonvulsant pill that you’d have to start taking daily in order to prevent future epileptic fits.

“How are you feeling?” He asked with a small, warm smile.