Forgetting - Part 9

I'm in the kitchen making breakfast when Kim comes in with a video camera.

"At fifteen weeks into the expansion of my stomach and the delay of our ivy league learning," She announces to the camera. "I am extremely hungry. We see darling Julia cooking and hoping that there is something in that pan for the unfortunate sister." She gives me a pouty puppy-dog face.

"Mommy has to help." I say right into the lens.

"See how she abuses me?"

"Get yourself some eggs!"

"Already have, and now I have a chick."

"Very funny. Do you want to make your own breakfast?"

"Fine, you win." She puts the camera down on the counter and goes into the fridge for her eggs. She walks toward me and the stove and then suddenly stops and drops the eggs. I turn around with every intention of yelling at her, but then I see what's happening. It's not like slow motion at all, it happens fast. In a second she is down on the ground, shaking and convulsing. She starts screaming and writhing in pain. I drop to the ground next to her and before I know it, I'm yelling too.

"What's wrong Kim? What's going on? I don't understand, I don't understand!"

I look around for anything I think might help, but theres nothing. Then I see the phone.

"911, what is your emergency?"

"My sister, I think it's a seizure. Oh God, I need an ambulance! I need an ambulance!"

"Mam, please stay calm we tracked your call and we are sending help. They will be there as soon as they can."

"She's pregnant! What about the baby?"

"Mam, you have to wait for the ambulance to get to you. Please stay calm."

Kim lets out a scream louder than all the others. I throw the phone across the room and watch it break as it hits the wall. Why is nobody else home? Kim passes out and I'm crying and screaming when the ambulance gets here. I look up and notice that everything that has passed has been caught on tape.