The School Nurse Said I Was “Faking It”—Then My Heart Stopped in the Hallway

the floor or the sound my head made against the tile. The next thing I remember is the ceiling—white tiles, fluorescent lights, a blurry grid. I couldn’t move or speak. My body jerked without my permission, violent convulsions, and I was trapped inside watching. Somewhere far away, someone screamed. Footsteps pounded. Voices shouted.

“Call 911!”

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