Chapter 7: Feeling Under the Weather

That afternoon Rhett sat at the dining room table while his lovely daughter sat chattering away as if she didn't have a care in the world. Lunch was about to be served for it was almost noon. Listening to his daughter his mind was still on Scarlett.

She looked very thin, pale as she sat at the vanity and yet it didn't seem to faze Scarlett at all. But Rhett could see through it all. Something was wrong with her. He couldn't place what it was, but he knew something was wrong with her. Scarlett O'Hara couldn't hide anything from him.

As his mind wonder through all that was said between Scarlett and himself. He stopped to think about something. If only he would have known that she wanted him there when the miscarriage happened. Rhett would have been next to her and would have never left her side.

"Daddy, where is mother?" Bonnie's voice came which broke Rhett's train of thought.

Shaking his head he looked at his daughter. "She wasn't feeling well so she is lying down for a little while."

Taking in the answer Bonnie picked up her small glass and took a drink of lemonade.

The dim lighted room was quiet as Scarlett laid on her big king size bed. With her arm over her eyes she couldn't take the light that was within the room. This wasn't the only thing she had to deal with. For the past few days she had been very hot along with this red rash on her arm she couldn't quite get rid of. She would find herself scratching at it most of the day, but she just couldn't help it. If that wasn't the bad part she found herself having headache after headache. What was wrong with her? She refused to go see the doctor. If it was one thing she disliked the most was going to the doctor when there was nothing wrong with her. Scarlett tried to brush that aside with other thoughts, but that did very little.

Opening the door a little, Farah, came into the room. "Ms. Scarlett, do you want me to bring up your lunch? Do you want to try and make it down stairs?"

Removing her arm she sat up rather slowly as her arms began to give way. "I'll go down stairs," Came from her lips as she stood up and began walking toward the door.

"Oh, but Ms. Scarlett, are ya sure ya better?" Farah asked in a worried voice. "Ya haven't been feeling too well for the past few days."

"I'm fine Farah," Scarlett answered back as she turned from the door. "After all Bonnie deserves both of her parents at each meal doesn't she?"

"Yes Ms. Scarlett," Farah agreed as she knew Bonnie did miss her father.

Walking down the hall and soon down the staircase Scarlett began to feel very weak. Gripping the railing her legs began to go weak while everything around her began going fuzzy. No, she wouldn't let this get to her. She was going to have lunch with her husband and daughter.

Coming to the dining room entrance she looked on as she saw Bonnie talking Rhett's ear off as she chatted away about whatever her mind could come up with.

Appearing in the doorway Rhett stood up and bowed to her. Seeing her Daddy do this Bonnie looked in that direction. "Mother," she said with happiness as it danced in her eyes.

"Hello darling," Scarlett said kissing her daughter lightly. Looking over at Rhett he gave her a small smile. Rhett pulled out her chair for her and they began talking as if nothing had happened.

"It's nice to see you my dear," Rhett said looking at his wife from across the table.

Scarlett smiled at this. She was happy that she did come down to have lunch with them. However, if Rhett thought being nice was going to win him the divorce faster he was wrong.

"Mother, Daddy, said you weren't feeling well. Do you feel better now?" Bonnie asked with a mouth full of mashed potatoes.

"Do not talk with food in your mouth Bonnie," Rhett scolded his daughter as he corrected her behavior.

"Sorry, Daddy," Bonnie said as she bowed her head.

"Thank you," Scarlett mouthed to Rhett. "As a matter of fact I am feeling much better." Scarlett answered as she smiled at her daughter. However this wasn't the truth. Scarlett's head was still pounding as her skin began to look pale.

Bonnie smiled at her mother. She was glad she came down after all. When she found her daughter not looking Scarlett rubbed her forehead as pain shot through her eyes. Rhett saw this as he looked up from his plate.

"Will you excuse me?" Scarlett said as she put her hands in her lap. She didn't know how much longer she could take this.

"Certainly my Pet," Rhett said as he got up to get her chair.

Holding her hand up Scarlett got up and left the room swiftly. Making sure she was out of sight she put her hand to her head yet again. What was going on with her?

Rhett looked at the door at which Scarlett exited. Rhett felt that something wasn't right with Scarlett. "Bonnie, I will be right back,"

"Daddy, I'm done, may I get up?" Bonnie asked as Rhett stood up and began walking toward the door.

"Yes, you may." He answered as he left the room and after Scarlett. "Scarlett, what's going on? What's wrong?" as he approached her.

"What makes you think something is wrong?" She asked turning toward him.

"You've been acting strange ever since I got here." Rhett answered as he took hold of her arms and made her look at him. Looking into her green eyes they appeared darker than normal. Scarlett was hiding something but what was it? It took a lot to hide something from him. While he held onto her arms he found her body warm. It was almost as if it was on fire.

"I'm telling you there is nothing wrong with me!" Scarlett yelled as she could feel her body and face go red. What was going on? Why was it so hot in this house?

"Look me in the eyes and tell me that." Rhett commanded as he found her not looking at him. Rhett began to notice that her once creaming skin was now a pale as snow, while little red patches began to appear.

Trying to look him in the eyes Scarlett began to feel dizzy. "I'm-" began Scarlett as she fell into Rhett's arms.

"Scarlett!" Rhett yelled. What was going on? Scarlett felt of dead wait, all the while her body began to get hotter as time passed.

"Call-the doctor," She said in a whisper as her breathing began to slow down.

Trying her best to keep her eyes open she looked at her husband's scared ones. However, they soon closed unknowing to Scarlett if she would ever open them again.

A/N: Sorry for a short chapter I've been getting a lot of homework these past few weeks. Uh, it's never ending! Anyway, what could be wrong with Scarlett? Hmmm. Oh, and a new chapter for The Unthinkable will be up soon.