He blinked at me and pointed to his face.
His face was frozen, mouth agape.
Talking to me with his eyes, it took me seconds to realize what he was communicating.
It was a seizure.
A small one, like his mom warned us about.
There was drool parading down his mouth like a little faucet, left on by accident.
I whisked him down the hall, to a more private spot, totally leaving my class to their turn and talks, by themselves. (totally against the law, right?)
But I didn’t care.
I had a life to save… or cushion, or buffer…
It was over in about 2 minutes.
I cried afterwards, in my car, in the lot behind the school, for my whole lunch.