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Murder She Wrote. Milk cartons and food were being<br />
thrown as the orderlies charged in to restore order.<br />
My body was pumped full of adrenaline, I stood up not<br />
knowing whether to run or find cover. John, continued to<br />
eat, oblivious to the chaos in the room, he had seen this<br />
many times before.<br />
Then, his hand started shaking and he clutched his fist<br />
tight around his plastic fork. The stress of the situation<br />
had triggered one of his seizures. His whole body had<br />
become stiff and was falling out of the chair. I caught him<br />
as he fell to the floor, his cheek slightly smeared with<br />
mash potatoes he began making a choking sound.<br />
“Orderly!!” I shouted.<br />
“Orderly!! Come quick!!” the chaos in the room<br />
overshadowed John’s plight. “Hang on buddy……”<br />
I whispered to him as I held him tight, his eyes rolling<br />
back into his head. I had no idea if he could hear me.<br />
“Order---uhh….!!!” Just as I shouted for help again, an<br />
orderly grabbed me from behind mistakenly thinking I<br />
was assaulting John as I knelt over him.<br />
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