The scariest thing that happened to me was when my little brother was having a seizure and a nightmare at the same time.

this is how it happened:

Me, my sister, and my brother sleep together in a room. And one night the three of us were watching Mulan II, and the movie ended by almost 12 midnight. Me, being the eldest, scolded them to sleep already. I always sleep late and was just typing a chapter for one of my fanfic, and the two of them were already falling asleep.

Approximately 15 minutes after they both fell asleep, I noticed my brother shaking his arms like he was dancing some kind of 'Harlem Shake'. At first I thought that he was just dreaming that he was dancing. But for like a half minute he wasn't stopping and I approached him. I noticed his drool coming out mouthful out if his mouth and was bubbling.

I started to panic when I started to wake him up. He wasn't waking up and his body was still shaking and was stiff. My eyes were stinging, and I felt helpless. I kept slapping him to wake up.

Soon, my sister woke up and noticed that something was wrong. I told her to wake up our maid, and she quickly did. We didn't know what to do, and soon woke up our parents. My mom was so worried and my dad too. My brother wasn't waking up.

My dad decided to bring him to the hospital already. They quickly changed drove him to the nearest hospital.

Me and my sister were left together at home, and was told to sleep beside our baby sister.

The next day, we new that he was confined in the hospital and my parents told me that he is alright now, but will be staying for some medical tests.

My dad came by our house and picked us up to go to the hospital. 

That's when they told us what happened. The doctor's told told them that the moment they brought him to the hospital his heart was already enlarging and he was at stake to die.

My parents were glad that I was still awake the night that happened to him, or else we could've lost him.

It was a miracle.

I am a hero, my family thinks.