you and milo were hanging out in his room, he was sitting on his beanbag chair and you were sitting close to him on his bed. he was reading one of those old thousand page horror books that he loved so much. then he started to feel faint. he blinked a few times to try and get the feeling away, then started to fidget with the drawstrings of his hoodie. milo had epilepsy, and he had seizures and fainted every so often, so this was usual. he was used to this by now, but he still didn't like it