Everett Hansen did not go peacefully. His passing was nothing like Haley’s.
Although I had no medical training, I was eager to help in any other way I could. An opportunity presented itself in the form of attempting to help calm Everett down.
He looked directly at me before he, too, lost consciousness.
“Luna,” he choked out, his voice wavering, “I’m scared.”
He continued to convulse even after his eyes rolled back into his head and he collapsed back onto the ground with a heavy thud!
Reid demanded that everybody—me, two nurses, and two doctors—step away, and we all complied.
We waited for the convulsions to stop, and then Reid levelly instructed the medical staff to move him. They took him into an exam room, but halfway down the hallway, the convulsions began again, quite suddenly,
