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"Audrey, are you alright?" Seymour asked worriedly. Upon entering the bathroom, he saw his beloved wife, shakingly attemping to get up off the cold, tiled floor.

"Y..yes" she replied weakly, all color draining from her face. She began to sway

"No" she muttered as she began to fall. Seymour reached out and pulled her close, and sank with her towards the floor.

"No, Audrey don't do this... I need you!" cried Seymour.

As Seymour tried to wake Audrey, he realised just how much she meant to him.

Audrey began to wake, she was shivering and making little whimpering noises. Her hand laid protectively over the little bump which her child was growing steadily underneath.

"Oh Seymour..."

Seymour lifted Audrey off the floor and cradled her, he began walking towards their bedroom.

"Don't worry, Audrey. I'm gonna put you on the bed, it'll make ya more comfortable." Seymour soothingly told Audrey. He was worried about her, she was so thin and the floor had to be uncomfortable with all her bones protruding. Seymour knew this pregnancy was taking its toll on Audrey, her morning sickness untolerable - she wasn't sleeping because of it and she was losing weight.

Audrey just nodded her head, and wrapped one of her arms around Seymour's neck, the other still protecting her baby bump. He noticed that this was a great amount of effort for Audrey to do. She seemed almost lifeless.

He carefully placed her on the bed, making sure she was comfortable. He took hold of her hand and held it to his mouth. He just sat watching, stroking her hair.

"S..Seymour, I don't feel so good..." Audrey squeaked, her hand flying up to her mouth as she bolted upright. Seymour quickly grabbed the waste basket that was next to the bed and held it in front of her. She lunged forward, her head hovering above the waste basket. As she heaved, Seymour rubbed her back, noticing every sharp rib and vertibrae that stuck out.

Once she had finished throwing up, she sat back and sobbed. She was exhausted. Audrey hadn't slept properly in weeks, she hadn't eaten anything that later would agree with her either. The black circles around her eyes a prominent reminder. Her blond hair no longer shone the way it used to, it wasn't neat and styled - it was messy and untamed. Seymour pressed his hand on Audrey's forehead, it was clammy, her hair stuck to it with sweat and her skin was cold to touch and grey to look at. He sat back and took a good look at her. Her once glittering orbs of blue, were now dull with fatigue and her once rosy cheeks, were now pale.

"Audrey, you really don't look so good, I'mma go get ya some water." He quickly rushed to go get her a glass hoping it would make her feel better, he grabbed a towel and made it damp for her, to put against her forehead.

When he returned, Audrey was lying on her side and she had stopped crying, her head just ever so slightly off the bed. She had been sick again.

"Here ya go, sweet petunia. I brought ya this" indicating to the towel. He helped her slowly into a sitting position, placing the damp rag on her forehead. He allowed her to sip slowly from the glass, placing it at her lips.

"Seymour, you're the greatest...ya know that..." She whispered as she slid down the bed.

"Woah, Audrey, that's it. I'm callin' for an ambulance!" stated Seymour.

"But I don't wanna go to the hospital, Seymour. I'm scared" Audrey whimpered, half to herself, half to Seymour.

"Audrey, don't you be frightened, don't be afraid! I'll be there with you, the whole time. I promise" Seymour promised will hugging Audrey

"You promise?"

"I promise!" He smiled at his wife's stubbornness.

As Seymour reached out to the phone, Audrey slipped out of conciousness.

The glass of water hit the floor and smashed, sending water and tiny shards everywhere.