(A Month has passed since Marlon was in England ...)
Florence pov
I've been feeling sick all day. I decided not to eat at all my stomach hurts, and I am achy and have a headache. I feel dizzy, and keep having hot flashes. Maybe I have the flu. I am still in bed, not at all ready to move. I am all alone today because my sister is supposed to come over later, and I told anybody that wanted to come over that " I just wanted to spend time with my sister Grace." I fell asleep, and suddenly I am begin awakened by cold hands. I open my eyes at the blurry face in front of me " sassy, wake up..." I grinned, and shift over to my side and grumble " for her to get in with me..., " but she says it's past 4 I shifted shocked " I slept for the whole day! " I suddenly shot up and ran to the bathroom to empty my stomach and Grace came running after me and sat down to pull my hair out of my face. I slammed my head against the bathroom tiles, Grace looked at me and felt my forehead " I think I am going to run a bath for you Flossy. " Ok," I weakly replied, "can you please wash my hair." I had the urge to cut it, but I know I would regret it later. Soon, Grace, had a good bubble bath going and started taking off my dress. And helped me into the bath I remarkably felt ashamed at her gasp from how skinny I had become. I turned a shade of pink from shame, and hide under the bubbles in a sick shameful state. My eyes kept wandering around, shifty in their state. After a while, she touched me, and I flinched. I looked straight into her saddened eyes. I looked down doubtfully. She spoke in hushed tones " I know it's hard for you to eat sometimes, but I looked at you today and you look like you've lost 20 pounds hon."I stared at the bubbles in disbelief. I started crying quietly. I sink under the bubbles to get my hair wet when I came back up Grace started to put shampoo in my hair, and rinsed it out. Than conditioner. " Can I have a moment alone I asked once she finished I didn't want her looking at me with a disapproving mother stare. She went back into my bedroom and when I came out I was drawn out and pale.
Florence's POV
I woke up for a week straight puking, I had to drag myself to the doctor. They looked at me and sighed. They called me by my fake name I was escorted to a room. They sat me down on the table then told me to change the nurse left. I sat there waiting. The doctor came in and told me he would take some tests and get back to me in a week or so. He told me to take a cold and flu medicine. And drew blood, and told me I was free to go home.
(One week later)
Another week without anybody to feed me I should eat something, bigger than baby food. I went to my kitchen and opened the fridge I might as well just eat the frozen pizza in my freezer I started baking it in the oven. I left to go sit on the couch watching a random show when I heard my phone ringing I ran to get it and hit my arm on the door. I found it and picked it up the doctor said " Hi miss Welch, how are you today. I felt bad but I pretended I was good "good." I replied " well I have some news to tell you. I shifted " what?" I had cancer, didn't I? My brain told me " well you see he said your umm pregnant Miss Welch. " I am what... " your pregnant he said again. Tears erupted from my eyes. " Well umm, I guess I should make an appointment to see how far along I am I choked. "Yeah I will Ummm just transfer you to the maternity ward. " the doctor said to me. There was a faint ringing in my ears as I sobbed until I heard a shy girl on the other end " Hi my name is Sofia... what day is good for you. " "Ummm probably Friday of next week I replied and scrambled for my planes. " Would 4 in the afternoon work for you?" " Yes ..." "good well have a wonderful day..." You too." I replied. I shut down mentally forgetting about the pizza in the oven and fell to the ground. When I finally remembered it was there it was burnt, and only had enough energy to turn off the oven leaving the burnt doe in there it represented me, as I made my way upstairs and into my lonely bed. I fell on the bed and cried myself into sleep.
Authors note: I am so excited I am going to a Fleetwood Mac concert on Saturday!!!! I'll tell you how it was when I get back
