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Rising early one morning, I
came to the kitchen to make
my coffee. Coming from the
master bedroom were strange
noises. It sounded perhaps
like a wounded animal in
pain.

I immediately ran upstairs
to see. Sitting on the edge
of the bed was he. His entire
body trembling, eyes bulged
out, face red, making these
strange noises.

I was frightened, down the
stairs I ran to call my son
to come and help me.

As I turned to look upstairs,
down the stairs he ran. The
only clothing he had on was
his socks and shoes.

He ran through the house into
the dining room and to the
outside door. He wanted to go
outside. I begged please,
please, don't do that.I ran to
get a cover to throw over him.

In the mean time my son pulled
into our driveway and began to
help me with him. He had to go
to hospital for treatments.
  

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