Chapter 8

The weekend went normal for Cassandra. She had gone to work on Saturday and to church on Sunday. She stood before the vanity mirror on her room and looked at her reflection. She contemplated packing her hair, at the same time, she wanted to just let it free. She had a feeling she was going to see the red haired guy, so she wanted to look good in uniform. She squealed thinking about what she'd do if she saw him.

Cassandra took her usual bus and entered inside the school. After the first three morning lectures, it was recess. She sat in the canteen without any disturbance, clicking through Instagram and eating buns with yogurt.

"Cassandra Frederick?" Cassandra turned at the sound of her name. She looked at the girl and felt she was familiar. They were the in the same school anyways.

"Yes?" Cassandra dropped the yogurt she was about to drink.

"The director, Mr Tate is calling for you." The girl said and saw Cassandra nid.

Cassandra got up from the chair and she walked behind the girl leading the way to the director's room. She knew the way but she didn't mind having company. They entered inside the elevator and it pinged as they had reached the last floor, they got out. Cassandra noticed Elijah coming out of the other office, the executive director's office. I knew my guts were right! She internally mused. "Hi!" She waved at him as he stopped to also notice her. The girl Cassandra walked with had already reached Tate's office door but halted her steps when she noticed Cassandra talking to the handsome young man.

"You're here." He smiled as he looked down at her.

"Mm." She nodded and turned to the girl standing before Tate's door. "He's called for me, I guess it's for the key." She nudged his arm and chuckled, he smiled. "I'll see you l--" she couldn't complete her words as she collapsed to the ground, her body began to stiffen, her muscles locking into place. Her eyes rolled back, and a low, guttural moan escaped her lips. Her jaw clenched, and her teeth gritted together, causing her to bite down on her tongue. A faint trickle of blood mixed with saliva began to seep from the corner of her mouth.

Elijah widened his eyes along with the girl who now pushed Tate's office door open in shock. They watched as her body started to convulse, her limbs twitching and jerking in violent, uncontrollable spasms. Her head thrashed from side to side, causing her hair to whip around her face. A thick, white foam began to form at the corners of her mouth, bubbling and frothing as she gasped for air.

Elijah felt his whole body stiffen, he couldn't move much more speak.

The foam grew thicker, more copious, and began to spill down Cassandra's chin, dripping onto the ground beneath her. Her face contorted in a twisted grimace, her skin pale and clammy. Her eyes remained rolled back, unseeing, as her body continued to writhe and convulse.

Elijah finally moved at the call of his name from Tate's lips. He moved hastily and carried her up. He entered inside the elevator and when it pinged open for the garage, he walked hastily and laid her inside the backseat. He took his sit on the driver's side and began the car, driving to the nearest hospital.

The seizure seemed to last an eternity, but finally, her body began to relax, the convulsions slowing, then stopping. She lay still, her chest heaving, her mouth slack, the foam slowly dripping away and she fainted there at his backseat.

...

Cassandra opened her eyes but shut it immediately at the white light that shone directly upon her. Slowly she opened her eyes again and adjusted to the light. She turned to her right to find an empty chair there, she turned to her left and noticed the drip on her arm and she looked towards the door as she had heard faint sounds coming from there. She saw the redhead with his dishevelled hair. He wore an ash coloured loose fitting shirt and black pants. It seemed like he only dealt with those kind of dull colours. He dismissed the nurses he spoke to and closed the door, Cassandra's heartbeat kicked up when he neared her. It was strange being in the same space with him. She had before, but it was different now.

"Up?" He asked as he took the sit on her right and she nodded.

"Why did you bring me to the hospital?"

"You had seizures and fainted." He furrowed his brows but straightened it immediately after.

"Because of that?" She chuckled and bit her lips. "Ah, and you just had to see that."

"Your seizures aren't normal, did you know. It's affecting your heart." He didn't want to tell her what the doctor said about her having limited time of living.

"I know. I'm not really healthy, that's why I don't have friends nor anyone I hang out with, because of my condition. I fear that it would drive them away, so it's no point." She chuckled as she bit back her tears.

"Nobody is above having friends. What's happening to you isn't your fault. Does any of your parents have epilepsy too?" He asked as he raised his hand and kept on top of hers on the bed. He stroked the soft skin, absentmindedly.

"Yes, my mother. But her's stopped a few years ago. She's never had seizures after that, I don't know why my own is..." A single tear slid down her cheek and she raised her left hand, which had the drip, and wiped the tear. "I'm sorry. I don't usually get this emotional." She smiled but it couldn't hide how sad she felt.

Elijah didn't know how to react seeing that tear slide down her face. He was a man with multiple personalities but he didn't know what to do nor say at that moment. "It's alright. You can always get emotional with me." He caressed her face with his other hand. "Are you free on Sunday?" He asked and she looked at him. The teary, emotional face had gone and she replaced it with a teasing smile.

"Are you asking me out?" She chuckled.

"Yes, for a date. Let's go out on a date on Sunday."