When Hanna woke up the next morning, she didn't know where she was at first. One eye opened, she looked around and finally recognized the bed room as Emily's.

"Han?" Emily's voice came from her back and sounded like she hadn't been awake for so long as well.

"Uhu."
"Are you awake?"
"I just woke up." Hanna mumbled, half of her face covered with the blanket.

Emily pulled her hand out of the fluffy warmness and tangled her fingers into Hanna's messy hair, gently stroking her head.

She then sat up, brushed Hanna's hair back and started kissing her neck going downwards. Hanna was directly awake as she felt Emily's lips on her skin, wandering down her back.

Soon, Emily had reached Hanna's hips and was now completely covered by the blanket.

She pulled Hanna's pants down and Hanna could feel her finger sliding into her center.

"Em." Hanna suddenly said.

"What?" Emily's head appeared from under the blanket, her finger still where it used to be.

"What about your parents?"
"They won't burst in. My parents usually sleep much longer than I do."
"Okay." Hanna answered, relaxing.

Only about quarter an hour somebody knocked the door which made Emily pull out and go back into her sleeping position, pushing Hanna's head down on the pillow.

"Mmh." She murmured and as the door opened, Pam Fields entered the still dark room. "Oh, sorry darling, I didn't know you were still asleep. I just wanted to tell you that dad and I are going to the mall now, breakfast is in the kitchen.

Right then, Hanna lifted her head a little and Pam glanced at her.

Her lips formed a silent 'Hanna?', Emily nodded her head and Pam kissed her daughter's forehead before she left the room and closed the door behind.

"Nobody will burst in?" Hanna smiled. "What if she hadn't knocked?"
"You're right, we should have been more careful. Sorry."

Emily sat up in the bed and tight her hair back in a ponytail.
"The risk was worth it, Em." Hanna smirked.

"You bet! What about breakfast?"
"I'd kill for a coffee, believe me." Hanna answered, getting up fast and walking downstairs followed by Emily.

When they were sitting in the kitchen, Emily's mobile rang. She opened the message and sighed.

"You okay, Em?" Hanna asked wondering.

"Um, yes. It's just a message from my coach who asks us for an extra athletic session this afternoon. We have competition this Monday."
"Oh, okay. You don't wanna go there, do you?"
"Not really because I was happy about having one free weekend, but I have to."

"When is it?"
"In three hours, we have enough time to eat and get ready without having to be on a rush."
Hanna took a sip of her coffee and then grabbed a croissant.

"Hurry up, girls. My grandma is faster than you and she has got a rollator!" Coach Clayton shouted through the hall.

Emily glided into the pool and started to do the crawl.

After forty distances, she could barely feel her arms but still continued, constantly being watched by the coach who was now jogging up and down, motivating them to continue.

Well, shouting was his form of motivation Emily guessed.

As she had finished and was trying to catch her breath, he already shouted: "Okay. Another forty!"
Emily shook her head. She loved swimming, but weekend practice was always incredibly hard.

When the girls finally got to get out of the basin, the coach stopped them from walking away.

"It's me finishing the practice, not you." He meant.

"But we…we already did half an hour longer." One girl mumbled.

"Do you wanna win this competition or relax at pool parties?" he asked in anger. "Thirty push-ups, fifty sit-ups, twenty pull-ups each of you."
Hearing the group sigh, he looked at them, shaking his head and added: "Twice. Motivation has to come from you. That's why you're here because you wanna reach something and to reach something you have to work, work and work."
He blew his whistle and the girls started doing his exercises in the fitness borough of the swimming center. At first Emily shivered because her skin was wet and cold but that soon turned into sweating. When they finally got to go it was six pm.

Emily took a shower, dried her hair and drove back home.

All she wanted to do now was sleep but still had to finish a couple of homework including an history essay.

It took longer than she had expected it to and getting more and more tired, she fell asleep on her desk by eleven pm.

As Emily woke up by her alarm clock, she felt as if she hadn't slept at all. She could barely keep her eyes open and he throat was itching badly, not to mention the sour taste in her mouth.

Probably it had been a bad idea to do the workout in her wet swimming suit, but she had had no option. Usually Emily would have stayed in bed, but today was the day of the competition.

She had to go.

Although she hadn't any appetite, Emily forced herself to eat some cereals now that she had already left out dinner and didn't want her mom to realize that she wasn't feeling well.

"You look a little pale." Her mom still said as she left for work.
"No, I'm fine. That's just the light." Emily meant but as soon as the door was closed, she had a bad coughing fit.

She checked the medicine board but couldn't find any aspirin or so and left for school. Her dad had an early shift this morning and must have gone to work a couple of hours ago.

"Hey Emily." Spencer said.
"Hey Spencer." Emily answered in a hoarse voice. "Have you seen Hanna?"
"Yes, she is over there with Aria." Spencer pointed, walking on to the teacher's room to handle her extra homework in.

"Morning." Hanna smiled, kissing Emily's cheek. "You're warm." She meant, considering Emily's glassy eyes. "Are you sick?"
"A little maybe." Emily admitted.

"Why are you here then?" Hanna asked, trying to sound strict.

"I have competition and we're only allowed to participate if we've been at school."
"But if you're not feeling well, you should not swim, Em."
"It's not that bad, Han. Just a cold. I gotta go to math now, see you at lunch?"

"Of course."

When Emily had left, Aria stepped forward. "I really don't wanna interfere, but she didn't look like just a cold."
"No, you' re right she didn't. I'm pretty sure she was feeling much worse than she admitted."
"You better keep an eye on her." Aria sighed.

"Em, come on. You've to eat something." Hanna said looking at her untouched food.
"I'm eating, I was just checking my phone." Emily lied, grabbed her fork and started eating the noodles on her plate. She felt like crap and additionally to the cold, she was nauseous.

Watched by Hanna, Emily continued eating although she was literally disgusted by only the idea of doing so.

Her stomach didn't agree with that as well. Just some seconds later, Emily was feeling even worse and drank something to suppress the nausea.
"Hey." Hanna mumbled, considering her. "You look really pale, Em. Are you okay?"
"I'm fi-…" Emily started to say but in right that moment, she was overwhelmed by a sudden wave of nausea and jumped up, leaving the cafeteria with her mouth covered with her hand.

Aria and Hanna who had been sitting next to her, ran after Emily and left Spencer who was completely concentrated on the book in front of her, alone.

Emily ran into the girl's washroom, pushed the first cabin open and reached the toilet just in time. She leaned forward retching.

Throwing up, Emily could feel a hand pulling her hair back. Hanna.

While she had to vomit a second and third time, Hanna draw circles on her back, trying to calm her down.

When she had finally finished, Emily's head sank down exhausted on the white porcelain.
"Han?" Asked Aria who had waited in front of the cabin because Hanna knew she would run the risk to throw up herself watching Emily do so. "Shall I go get the nurse?"
"Not yet, thank you."
Focused on Emily again, Hanna asked: "Oh, Em. Do you think you're going to throw up again?"
"No…" Emily answered almost inaudible. "My stomach is empty, I guess."

Hanna wrapped one arm around her, pulling her head up a little. Emily rested it on her shoulder, mumbling: "I'm sorry, Han."

"It's going to be okay, don't apologize. How are you feeling?"

"I'm dizzy." Emily admitted in a weak voice.

"Do you want Aria to get the nurse?"
"I just wanna go home."

"Okay. Aria?"
"Yes?"
"Can you please call Emily in sick?"
"Of course. Get well soon, Em. Are you going to get her home?"
"Yes, I'm skipping the last lessons."
"Okay, good luck."

Hanna helped Emily slowly get into a standing position. They left through the back exit which was the shortest way to Hanna's car. Emily was barely under the condition to walk and Hanna thanked god when they had finally reached the car.

Hanna drove her car extra slow to not make Emily feel even worse.

Arriving at the Field's house, Hanna got out and opened Emily's door.

When she looked at her, Hanna realized that after the ride here her anyway pale face had gotten even paler in a green shade.

Hanna wasn't sure if Emily could make it to the house. Because she was taller and Emily a real light weight, Hanna wrapped her arm around her and carefully lifted her up. "Okay?"

"Okay."

"Thank you." Emily murmured exhausted when Hanna lay her down on her bed, pulled her shoes of and covered her with the blanket.. Hanna went down again to put a bin next to Emily's bed and handle her some water.

She then sat down on the edge of the bed. "Get some sleep, sweetheart." Hanna whispered, gently stroking her leg until Emily fell asleep.