is it just me?

Just when Josie thought it could never happen again, it did with Henry.

It wasn't at work, but at home in the dead of night, a seizure sucked him right out of the world. At least for a minute or two.

Josie called 911 and her mother came to look after the kids. She rode to the hospital with him. Even then she suspected he wasn't the same even if the doctors told her his vitals were good and he needed rest.

"But, but he's not saying anything," she was certain he'd changed. He wasn't his smiling, happy go lucky self. His laughter was gone. He wasn't saying anything.

"Are you sure he's really OK?" Maybe it was a stroke of some kind, but they looked at her as if she was the one with the problem. Not Henry. "Did he say anything?"

They couldn't tell her. It felt like a very bad dream. Honestly, he didn't look anything like the Henry she knew, who was always optimistic even when she knew he was depressed. Had he given up without telling her?

He laid in the hospital bed, perhaps asleep. If only he'd say something to her. She needed to hear his voice.

Even when she snuggled up to him, he didn't react, but she hugged him harder as if she would love him more, somehow. But her Henry was silent. It was as if he was somehow more mature than the day before. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to do.