"Come on, just the results show to do then we can go home and put you in bed." Three days on Jayne wasn't any better but had managed to push through and was able to do both practice and performance. Adrenaline had got her through the performance and the show, but now we were off air she'd crashed. She'd practically run off to the bathroom when the cameras had stopped filming and now trying to get her standing back up and camera ready was proving tricky. She moaned.
"God I wish I could stop throwing up." I knelt down to her and rubbed her back.
"You will. Eventually." She gave me a small smile.
"Just feels like it's been going on for ages."
"If you're no better in a few days you'll be going to the doctors I'm afraid."
"Great."
She leaned back against the cool wall of the bathroom.
"How long?"
"Ten minutes."
"Do I need my make-up redoing?"
I examined her face, which had still not regained its natural colour. Even under the blusher I could see it.
"A quick touch up, yeah."
"Maybe I'll just hide behind the flowers."
"We'll call that Plan B."
After the show had finished I decided to drive us back to mine as I thought Jayne would be more comfortable there then at a hotel. By the time we got back it was late and as I pulled up she opened her eyes.
"Are we here?"
"Yeah. Straight to bed." I said, as she yawned sleepily.
"And you as well." She said.
"Mmmm…going to be hard though, no pun intended. Having to be next to you with no…adult time." I said, coining the phrase she used a week ago. She raised her eyebrows.
"You can try but I'd probably throw up on you."
"Hmm….I don't think I'm into that."
She laughed, before yawning again.
"Come on you."
We got settled into bed quickly and soon Jayne fell asleep. I sat up, watching her for a while, concerned about the lines on her face that were creased, even in sleep. I eventually nodded off, but was awoken by the sound of what sounded like Jayne, crying out in pain. The bathroom door was slightly ajar and the light shone through the crack so I knew she was in there. I rushed through the door, panicked. Jayne was kneeling down, doubled over in pain. I knelt next to her and called out her name but she didn't respond, she didn't even look at me.
"Jayne." Scared now, I tilted her head up, so we were eye level. "Jayne, please, tell me what's wrong"
I wasn't prepared for what she said next.
"I'm bleeding." She stammered. "Badly."
"What?" I said, confused. "I don't understand?"
"Chris" she said, locking her eyes with mine which were desperate. "Chris I think I'm having a miscarriage."