"Sam, get up! You have to go to work!" Tom said, walking into the bedroom he shared with his girlfriend, realising she had less than an hour until her shift started. He had thankfully got their daughter, Ellie-May up and dressed and given her breakfast.
"No, just five more minutes..." Sam said feebly, rolling over to face him, revealing her pale, tired face. She wasn't feeling too great, and had the feeling she was about to be sick.
"Sam, are you okay?" Tom asked, worried. "You do look a bit pale..." Sam quickly swung her legs off the double bed and ran to the bathroom. Tom followed her in and watched her throw up in the toilet bowl. He slowly walked over and rubbed her back. When she was finished, Sam leant against the cold, tiled wall with her head in her hands.
"Have you got a headache?" A worried Tom asked quietly, not wanting to make it any worse if she did. Sam answered with a weak nod and Tom rifled through the medicine cabinet in search of some painkillers. He found some and ran downstairs to get a glass of water.
He returned with a glass of water and two white tablets which he passed to his Girlfriend. She put them in her mouth and reluctantly swallowed them down, their bitter taste and size made her want to throw up again. Tom led her back to the bedroom, helping her sit down on the bed.
"I'm going to call the hospital and tell them you won't be in work today." Tom said, heading for the door.
"No, I'm fine." Sam said, trying to stand up and follow him but her legs gave way, and she slipped down to the floor weakly, letting out a sigh as she slipped.
"I don't think you are..." Tom said quietly, walking over to Sam and helping her get back onto the bed. "Will you be okay on your own while I'm in work?" Sam nodded weakly. "I'll take Ellie-May to nursery and then pick her up when I finish work."
"Thanks..." Sam said gratefully, knowing that she probably could barely handle walking out to her car, never mind drive it with a toddler in the back.
"Do you need anything before I go?" Tom asked, wanting his girlfriend to be comfortable before he had to leave the house.
"Water?" Sam said feebly, not having the energy to construct a full sentence.
"Yeah, I'll just go and get you some." Tom said, walking downstairs with the glass she'd used for the tablets and filling it up with water from the kitchen tap. He walked back to Sam, placed the glass on the bedside table and kissed her forehead.
"Bye, Sammy." He said, heading to the door, before adding. "Remember to rest!" Tom knew that Sam had a tendency to always being up and about, and he didn't want her to injure herself. Tom left the house, taking Ellie-May out to the car and Sam drifted off to sleep for a while.