A/N:This fic is posted with a massive shout out to rhirhi73 I hope you like it and I hope you don't guess what I have planned :3 *laughs evilly*
Sahera Shah was not feeling at all well, she had felt fine this morning, but as she had gulped down the last of the coffee that her loving husband had happily made, her stomach had taken an unexpected turn for the worst. The first few flakes of snow were falling from the midnight blue sky above her, and she thought of her darling kids that had been anticipating this all week, she had put them to bed hours earlier, they would miss the beginnings of the snow storm. She always let them stay up late when she was on lates, normally out of guilt than anything else, but it always happened and her children, Indie and Sophia, relished the late nights.
She felt strangely detached from herself, and just stood, a few meters from the undoubtedly gritted hospital car park. The beauty of such a simple thing took her breath away, the tiny grains of pure whiteness that would eventually cover the ugly urban world that surrounds her. Through the night it would undoubtedly snow heavily, and in the morning there would be a thick layer of pure white, exuding the gentle hush that came with every blanket of snow. She could no longer feel her toes inside her leather boots, the denim of her jeans was soaking wet, her thick black coat temporarily whitened. She could barely move her legs, but managed to force her knees and walk into the brightly lit expanse of wet concrete that surrounded her workplace.
Greg was early for work, he didn't plan on making a habit of it, but seeing Sahera for even a minute longer than usual was a treat he couldn't pass up. She hurried coldly through the automatic doors and he was struck by how timelessly beautiful she looked when she had been out in the snow. She had a knitted beret type hat on which was made out of thick wool of warm colours. Her dark hair was dusted with white, like icing sugar; it made her almost black eyes look massive. The blue denim of her jeans had been darkened significantly and her black coat had been turned white from the snow. He sauntered charmingly over to her, but worry over took his feelings of love. Her face was very pale, well pale for her. And she didn't look at all well.
Her head was pounding; her stomach was flipping over in a very uncomfortable fashion. Any other day and she would have been overjoyed to be out of the biting cold, but today the bright lights and warmth weren't enveloping her like an old friend, but pressing on her from all sides, blurring around the edges. Blackness surging in uncomfortably from the sedges of her vision, making her sway slightly. Greg noticed the unsteadiness, and she seemed to turn a funny shade of whitish red. She bent over, empting her stomach all over the floor, he saw her knees start to go and caught her before she could hit the ground. Panic eating away at his stomach.