You're at your boyfriend's house, Oscar. His parents and sisters aren't there so you two are alone, in his room. He plays on his console while you try to relax by reading a book.

You haven't been feeling too well for the past few days. You have already experienced several epileptic seizures. And you know one is getting ready to come. You don't know when. But you feel it.

You can't read your book because you feel so bad.