THEY LAUGHED WHEN I PLEADED FOR MY MEDS—THEN STOOD BY WHILE I SEIZED IN MY CELL
I warned them as soon as they cuffed me. “I have epilepsy,” I said, my voice unsteady as they shoved me into the squad car. “My medication is in my bag. I need it.” Officer Vargas, the one driving, glanced at me in the mirror and smirked. “Maybe you should’ve thought about that before committing…