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Here we are again with another chapter of my life. 😜

The respirator was bigger than the little girl's head. My parents felt like they were dying when they saw that image. They never thought they'd have to endure such pain, a pain no parent should ever have to experience. The doctor kept pacing back and forth, running from side to side without stopping. Panic was evident in her eyes and in the eyes of everyone else. After a few minutes, my mother couldn't contain herself and collapsed on the floor in my father's arms. He shouldn't have collapsed, he couldn't do it. For my mother, if she'd seen my father collapse, my mother would have been even worse.

The respirator continued to pump oxygen into the unfortunate little girl. Minute after minute, the machines began to make more and more noise, as if the parameters themselves were changing as time passed. They didn't know if they could be negative or positive. My mother began to think that rock bottom had already been reached, even though, in a small part of her, she knew it could still only be the beginning.

Finally, the machine began to make a more regular noise, and this conveyed a sense of security. Even the doctor and nurses' faces were more relaxed, and this gave my parents a sense of security and a taste of tranquility.

A couple more minutes passed as the little girl, with great difficulty, began to regain consciousness; everyone's eyes fell on the little girl, her breathing began to slow, almost as if afraid of frightening her with a rude awakening.

The little girl's first thing to do was look for familiar faces. She didn't understand what had just happened. The only thing she felt was exhaustion. It was as if she had awakened from a very long sleep. She couldn't speak, she couldn't move, she just felt that her body wasn't responding. Every limb in her body felt as if it had taken on a heaviness she'd never felt before, so much so that she couldn't even raise her hand to offer it to her parents. Her little eyes kept moving, searching for her parents, and after a while, she finally saw them. They were there, their eyes swollen with tears, their gaze conveying all the sadness and terror they had felt just minutes before. Every single cell in her body was filled with this feeling, driving her to collapse into uncontrollable tears.

The doctor approached and, stroking her forehead, began explaining what had just happened, the reason she felt so tired and weak. She also tried to give her a general understanding of what epilepsy was. The little girl continued to listen to everything the doctor said and didn't interrupt, or at least didn't even try, as she didn't have the strength.

The little girl's brain was bombarded with so much information at that moment, so much that she was almost dizzy. Seeing the little girl's eyes fading, her parents moved closer to her to reassure her and calm her, and fortunately, this worked. However, the little warrior wasn't feeling well. Her strength had returned, yes, but she still felt like something was wrong. Her eyes were burning and her head felt heavier than usual. The doctor noticed this and asked to run some more tests to understand the possible trigger for the seizure. It was a fever, which was positive. The cause had been identified, so the treatment could be narrowed down based on the type.

The doctor approached my parents and tried to explain how to take the new medication. It couldn't be skipped, it was vitally important, and their little girl would have been at serious risk. For these reasons, the doctors decided to have the little girl recover for a week to see how her epilepsy would develop, and above all to check whether the treatment was the right one and the dosage was suitable for her little body, full of problems.

Days passed, but the situation hadn't changed much. The dosage still wasn't right, and the seizures continued to occur every day, even multiple times a day. So the doctor decided to call my parents and the little girl to her desk to decide what to do, suggesting different dosages of different pills, until she found the strongest one on the market: Depakin Crono. From that moment on, everything seemed easier for my parents, but obviously it wasn't enough to stop all the current and future problems they faced.

And here we are at the end of the tenth chapter. Please let me know what you think, and if you want the next chapter.