Violet Harmon: "I can't eat. I can't sleep." (American Horror Story)

Not Well

Violet wasn't well. Sadly, her unborn child was sapping all her strength. She was unable to eat... and when she did manage to eat, even just a little, she would vomit. Repeatedly.

She wasn't sleeping. She was pale with dark circles under her eyes. She appeared ever so fragile.

Tate stood over her with worry in his eyes. He wondered what kind of a child she carried, considering he was a ghost. He wondered if it was undead, something of the supernatural, just like himself. He began to wonder, *Should Violet really have my baby?* ''

Terror struck him. He couldn't lose her!

What if it kills her?!

"Violet," he said as he stood at her bedside, lovingly stroking her hair. "I need to talk to you."

"What is it?" Her voice was weak. It was as though she barely had the the strength to speak.

"It's about the baby."

"What about it?"

Tate hesitated. But his fear for Violet made him push the words passed his lips. "It's making you sick. Too sick," he said sadly. "Maybe- maybe you should... have an abortion."

Violet nearly shot up out of bed, looking horrified at Tate's suggestion. He really wanted her to kill it?!

"This baby is a part of me!" she exclaimed.

He knew in that moment that she'd never do it. There was no room for argument. Violet was having the child. Still, even so, the dilemma continued. Tate was filled with questions.

"But why is it making you so sick?"

Tate wished he could talk to someone. He needed to ask if the child would be human or supernatural. He feared the unborn baby could take Violet's life by depleting her of all her vitality. He wanted to be reassured.

He stayed by her side, tenderly comforting her. Gradually she calmed, but then she began throwing up again. Despite Tate's help, she barely made it to the toilet.

After the retching had ended and her body stopped it's violent quaking, Tate drew her into his arms. Lovingly, he carried her to her bed and gently deposited her against the pillows.

"I will never leave you," he vowed. "We'll make it through this. I promise."

"Thank you for taking care of me," she said softly. She drifted off to sleep in his arms. Despite the sickness that gripped her, with Tate, Violet felt safe and secure.