We walked down the red dirt road, three teenage girls in the middle of a Haitian jungle. The sun bent toward the west and we giggled and waved and whispered about what the next few days may hold. It wasn't until the laughter of three turned to two that I realized something was wrong. Turning around, I saw my friend go dark.
I still remember the way the rocks left scars in my skin as I collapsed against the earth trying to catch her.
It was the second seizure in less than 24 hours. I glanced with desperation at her sister who already was halfway up the hill - running for help. It wasn't until she left my sight that I realized I was alone.
I could hear whispers around me. It was a small village, and I was a white girl holding her friend in the middle of a dirt road.
The odds weren't in my favor.
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