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When Tyrone had called me last night, struggling to speak, I'd panicked. He rarely got these episodes, but today's episodes seemed to be much worse than usual. That meant that he wasn't in a good mental state either. I'd arrived a few hours ago, and because he was unable to answer the door, I had to use the key code. I'd found him on the floor in his bedroom, writhing in agony.

The last few hours had to be the scariest hours of my life.

I stepped inside the apartment, letting ...