Sean is in his dormitory with Aoife.

Sean is in his dormitory with Aoife.

It is late at night, and the dorm is filled with laughter and the smell of food from the Thanksgiving potluck that just ended.

It is late at night, and the dorm is filled with laughter and the smell of food from the Thanksgiving potluck that just ended.

Aoife is smiling, her eyes shining with excitement as she tries the exotic foods.

Aoife is smiling, her eyes shining with excitement as she tries the exotic foods.

"Is maith liom seo," a deir Aoife, ag smaoineamh go bhfuil sé spraoi triail a bhaint as rud éigin nua.

"I like this," Aoife says, thinking it's fun to try something new.

Tá Sean níos coimeádach, ag faire uirthi go cúramach.

Sean is more reserved, watching her carefully.

Tá an dorchadas taobh amuigh ag iompar leo na duilleoga gealaithe, siollaí a scéalta féiltiúla.

The darkness outside carries with it the rustling leaves, whispering their festive tales.

Ach ansin, athraíonn gach rud.

But then, everything changes.

Go tobann, tosaíonn Aoife ag srannadh agus ag sáith leis an aer.

Suddenly, Aoife starts sniffling and gasping for air.

Tá a aghaidh dearg, a súile ag at.

Her face is red, her eyes swelling.

Cuireann sé go mór le sean-neart, níl a fhios aige cad atá le déanamh ar dtús.

It greatly alarms Sean, and he doesn't know what to do at first.

Cén fáth anois, ceistíonn sé go ciúin é féin, na scéalta fágtha ar an dorchadas fuar.

Why now, he quietly questions himself, the stories left in the cold darkness.

"Gabh mo leithscéal, Aoife!

"Sorry, Aoife!"

" a deir sé, ag gabháil láithreach go dtí an cófra chun an eipineifuirín a fháil.

he says, rushing immediately to the cupboard to get the epinephrine.

Tá a lámha ag crith ach mearann sé go tapa cá fágadh an t-instealladh.

His hands are shaking but he quickly remembers where the injection was left.

Rásaíonn an t-am thart, mothaíonn gach soicind cosúil mheath.

Time races by, and every second feels like an eternity.

Faoin am a fhaigheann sé an eipineifuirín, tá Aoife ag streachailt fós, ag iarraidh análú.

By the time he retrieves the epinephrine, Aoife is still struggling, trying to breathe.

Labhraíonn sé di go bog, "Seo, beidh tú ceart go leor.

He speaks to her softly, "Here, you’ll be okay."

" Crógacht Aoife ag meath, tugann sí géarchúis dó.

Aoife's courage faltering, she gives him resolve.

Insíodh dóibh i gcónaí conas déileáil leis seo, agus seo iad, ag dul i ngleic leis an eagla.

They were always told how to handle this, and here they are, facing the fear.

Tugann sé an t-instealladh di agus glaonn sé príosún na seirbhísí éigeandála ar an gcampas.

He administers the injection and calls the emergency services on campus.

Fágann na nóiméid iad go gearrtha ach is cosúil le turas gan chinnteacht.

The minutes cut through them like a journey of uncertainty.

Coinníonn Sean Aoife ar an urlár, labhraíonn sé go síochánta léi, ag súil leis an fóir teamhach.

Sean keeps Aoife on the ground, speaking calmly to her, awaiting the warm relief.

Tá an feadóg na duille aisteach ina gcluas, cuir níos mó níos gaire dhá chroí.

The whistle of the strange leaves in their ears brings their hearts closer together.

Tugann an t-otharcharr an cupán meáchain leis, agus tógann sé Aoife agus a imní leo.

The ambulance arrives with the weight of reassurance, taking Aoife and their worries along.

Níos déanaí, sa t-aonad ospidéil, téann an brú gan scaoll ar Seán, agus mothaíonn sé an faoiseamh iontach.

Later, in the hospital unit, the tension without panic lifts from Sean, and he feels incredible relief.

Tá Aoife sábháilte, í go maith, agus cé go bhraitheann Sean tuirseach, tá sé bródúil.

Aoife is safe, doing well, and although Sean feels tired, he is proud.

"Maith thú," a deir seirbhís éigeandála leis, ag tabhairt le fios cén tábhacht atá taobh thiar de ghluaiseachtaí beaga an duine amháin sa dorchadas.

"Well done," the emergency service tells him, emphasizing the importance behind one person's small actions in the darkness.

Breathnaíonn sé ar an ngeata dó, mothaíonn an muinín nua ag ardú mar an t-óige solas an nua lae ag teacht.

He looks out at the gate, feeling new confidence rising like the light of a new day coming.

Tá sé ar nós an fhómhar, an dóchas a thagann tar éis na dufair is doimhne den oíche.

It's like autumn, the hope that comes after the darkest forest of night.

Is féidir linn brath ar ár n-dlúthpháirtíocht, is ea.

We can rely on our solidarity, yes.

Agus in ainneoin na n-éigeandálaí go léir, bíonn laethanta gréine ag teacht.

And despite all emergencies, sunny days are ahead.