Author's note: I am new at all this and after reading some pretty awesome stories here I wanted to give it a shot myself. I hope you guys enjoy and please feel free to read and review. Also I am just setting everything up with these first 2 chapters, so please patience! The Tudors will be appearing in a minute. I don't own any of the characters or the show.
~London 2011~
As I lay sweating and drained, my course books heavy in the messenger bag in my lap. Trying to avoid the prying eyes of the fellow occupants of the tube, I couldn't help but wonder what the hell was wrong with me. All day I had been slowly getting worst, and all I wanted to do was make it home and into my bed to sleep off this sickness. Seeing my stop and rushing through the doors out onto the platform and then finally out into the cool air. I started slowly the trek back to my flat. I was hoping that my roommate Sarah was still in class so that I wouldn't have to face her mother hen act. My whole body felt like it was on fire and with each step my bag was getting heavier and heavier. If I didn't spend a fortune on these stupid school books I would have just dropped it on the street. Entering my building and getting into the elevator, I leaned against the cool metal so that I would not collapse and never get up, I don't think it would be good if someone found me spread out on the floor of the elevator. Making it to my floor I used my last burst of energy to make it down the hall to my door. Bracing against the door frame for support I pulled out my keys and unlocked the door, stumbling through I fell onto the couch, all the wondering what was happening to me and anticipating the feel of soft plush pillows, until in reality I hit something hard and cold and then there was nothing but blackness.
P.S: I would love to have someone help me by being my BETA. I need a lot of help and would appreciate anyone's help. Just PM me. Thanks!