She strolled out of Ronon's bathroom, smoothing some lip balm onto her lips with her ring finger, and headed toward the bed. Ronon was already there, relaxing against the wall with his hands behind his head, smirking at her.
"What?" she asked, smiling coyly, as she slipped under the bedcovers next to him.
"Nothing," he grinned, pinning her against the mattress and running a hand up her leg. He pushed one of the straps of her tank top to the side and kissed along her collarbone.
"Ronon," Emma said quietly, gently placing a hand on his cheek.
"Hm?" he murmured, kissing her chest.
"Not tonight," she whispered.
He pulled away and looked down at her, his brow furrowed. "You okay?" he asked with concern. He moved aside so that she could sit back up.
"I don't feel well," she answered, shaking her head.
"What's wrong?" he asked, brushing a piece of hair out of her eyes.
"The dizziness has gotten worse," she revealed, "and I'm still exhausted…" She took in a deep breath and paused, unsure if she wanted to share her last symptom with him. "And starting today, I've been getting cramps."
"From our run yesterday?" he asked innocently, starting to massage her thigh muscles with his large hand.
"No," she shook her head, "Here," she said rubbing her hand over her lower abdomen, "and my back."
He looked nervously down to where she was indicating. "You thought about seeing one of the docs and having them check you out?" he asked. "We could go to the infirmary now," he offered.
She shook her head. "No. It's okay," she shrugged. "I just think I need some sleep. I'll see how I feel tomorrow and then maybe go," she reasoned, rearranging her pillow.
"If you're sure," Ronon replied sounding unconvinced, as he turned out the light.
She lay down on her side with her back to him and he pulled her close, laying his warm hand over the painful muscles in her abdomen. "If you need anything during the night, you let me know," he told her.
She nodded her head. "Thank you," she whispered.
He kissed her shoulder in response.
An excruciating muscle spasm ripped through her abdomen and jolted her out of her slumber. Letting out a quiet whimper, she slowly shifted onto her back and exhaled sharply. She brought her hand to her stomach and tried to sit up, but fell back against the pillow. As she attempted to move, she suddenly felt an unsettling sensation – warm liquid seeping down the insides of her thighs. She slowly lifted the covers and let out a quiet gasp of horror as the light from the moons illuminated the scene in front of her.
Ronon stirred in his sleep and his eyes flashed open. "What's wrong?" he asked in a low, but alert voice. Lying on his stomach, he turned to look at her and put his hand on her shoulder.
"I – I'm so sorry," Emma stuttered, her eyes still fixated on the mess that lay underneath the covers. "I don't know what … I'll clean it up… I…" she stammered, her voice a mixture of embarrassment and fear.
Ronon furrowed his brow, sitting up and reaching to the nightstand to turn the bedside lamp on. "What are you talking about?" he asked as he, too, lifted up the bedclothes. His eyes shifted from her face to the bed, drenched in dark red blood and clots of tissue. "Shit," he muttered under his breath. "Is this normal?" he asked quickly.
"I…" Emma paused, falling silent for a moment. "No," she finally breathed, taking in the sheer amount of blood. "This is bad," she whispered, hands shaking, "This is very bad."
Ronon felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. "It'll be all right," he asserted, seizing the bed sheet from her hand to hide the blood again. "I'm gonna take you down to the infirmary and they'll look you over. It'll be ok," he reassured her, his heart racing. He got out of the bed, grabbed his earpiece from the nightstand, and fitted it into his ear. "Can you sit up?" he asked.
She shook her head. "No," she replied, tears coming to her eyes.
He strode over to her part of the bed, pushed the bedclothes aside, and lifted her into his arms. She leaned her forehead, clammy and drenched in sweat, against his cheek. Her whole body was trembling. He quickly scanned the surrounding bedroom for a blanket, finally spotting one on a shelf in his closet. "Hold onto me," he instructed as he clumsily tried to wrap it around her with just one hand. As soon as the words had left his mouth, she went limp in his arms. "Emma?" he exclaimed, to no reply. "Fuck," he hissed, fumbling as he covered her cold and blood-soaked body with the blanket.
He bent down to reach the door sensor and carried her through the threshold. He touched his finger to his earpiece and began to run. "This is Ronon. I need a medical team to meet me on the way to the infirmary from the East wing. Military presence not requested." He headed to the nearest transporter as fast as he could, trying to convince both Emma and himself that everything would be all right.