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A/N: this is my first fanfic so pls. review. I'd love to hear what you think about my story. If you find any grammatical errors or words that I have misspelled pls. say so. Constructive criticism is welcome.
Stacey shifted through a sheaf of papers. She punched several equations into her scientific calculator, when suddenly a wave of dizziness took over her. She rested her head in her arms.
"Hey Stacey! Are you OK?" a concerned Katherine inquired. "I'm fine Katherine, bBeing the head accountant hear has just been taking its' toll on my health. Thanks for the concern though.
'Stace, I really think something's wrong with you. Why don't you take the rest of the day off? I'm sure that handsome husband of yours would be perfectly willing to nurse you back to perfect health. Don't worry, I'll take over for today." Katherine rambled on
"Sure, Katherine, I'm quite tired." Stacey picked her stylishly ripped leather purse up and left the office.
College and marriage hadn't managed to dampen Stacey's sense of style. Even in her state, with her long blond hair flying into her big, bright blue eyes, and her head pounding, she attracted quite a few stares. That never failed to annoy her husband of 2 years.
As she took the cab to their home, a smile started to form on her lips. She taught of Sam Thomas, her husband and her friend Kristy's brother. He'd be delighted to see her. He was always asking her to rest more often. But she had somehow inherited her father's being a workaholic.
The cab quickly reached its' destination. Stacey counted enough change for her fair extremely fast, a skill she had mastered during her years as the BSC treasurer.
She entered the house she shared with Sam. Sam was sprawled on the sofa. His work as an alternate basketball player for the minor leagues was seasonal. She went over to him and kissed his cheek. "Hi darling" He greeted her "What are you doing home so early?" He scooted over to make room for her. She sat down and leaned against him, her eyes closed.
After a few moments, he asked her "Stacey is something wrong? Did you remember to give yourself you insulin shots?" Stacey looked up at him and smiled. "Sam I'm fine. I'm just tired. If you don't mind, I'll take a quick nap."
He touched her cheek. "Go ahead; I'll wake you up in a few hours." "Thanks Sam" she kissed him again. Then she walked upstairs to their bedroom.
Minutes later, a loud, feminine scream pierced the air. Sam bolted up the stairs to their bedroom, his heart pounding. He pushed the door open. Stacey was unconscious, her face frighteningly ashen. Her upper body was on the bed while, the lower portion was hanging over the floor. Sam yanked the phone of its cradle and called 911.
"My wife collapsed, pls. send an ambulance now!" Sam yelled into the receiver. The operator assured him that an ambulance was on its' way. Sam thanked God that he insisted on learning how to measure her blood sugar, in case of an emergency. He promptly took it. The three minutes took an eternity. When the time was up, he realized that her blood sugar was way over her limit. Stacey had gone into insulin shock.
A/N: this is my first fanfic so pls. review. I'd love to hear what you think about my story. If you find any grammatical errors or words that I have misspelled pls. say so. Constructive criticism is welcome.
Stacey shifted through a sheaf of papers. She punched several equations into her scientific calculator, when suddenly a wave of dizziness took over her. She rested her head in her arms.
"Hey Stacey! Are you OK?" a concerned Katherine inquired. "I'm fine Katherine, bBeing the head accountant hear has just been taking its' toll on my health. Thanks for the concern though.
'Stace, I really think something's wrong with you. Why don't you take the rest of the day off? I'm sure that handsome husband of yours would be perfectly willing to nurse you back to perfect health. Don't worry, I'll take over for today." Katherine rambled on
"Sure, Katherine, I'm quite tired." Stacey picked her stylishly ripped leather purse up and left the office.
College and marriage hadn't managed to dampen Stacey's sense of style. Even in her state, with her long blond hair flying into her big, bright blue eyes, and her head pounding, she attracted quite a few stares. That never failed to annoy her husband of 2 years.
As she took the cab to their home, a smile started to form on her lips. She taught of Sam Thomas, her husband and her friend Kristy's brother. He'd be delighted to see her. He was always asking her to rest more often. But she had somehow inherited her father's being a workaholic.
The cab quickly reached its' destination. Stacey counted enough change for her fair extremely fast, a skill she had mastered during her years as the BSC treasurer.
She entered the house she shared with Sam. Sam was sprawled on the sofa. His work as an alternate basketball player for the minor leagues was seasonal. She went over to him and kissed his cheek. "Hi darling" He greeted her "What are you doing home so early?" He scooted over to make room for her. She sat down and leaned against him, her eyes closed.
After a few moments, he asked her "Stacey is something wrong? Did you remember to give yourself you insulin shots?" Stacey looked up at him and smiled. "Sam I'm fine. I'm just tired. If you don't mind, I'll take a quick nap."
He touched her cheek. "Go ahead; I'll wake you up in a few hours." "Thanks Sam" she kissed him again. Then she walked upstairs to their bedroom.
Minutes later, a loud, feminine scream pierced the air. Sam bolted up the stairs to their bedroom, his heart pounding. He pushed the door open. Stacey was unconscious, her face frighteningly ashen. Her upper body was on the bed while, the lower portion was hanging over the floor. Sam yanked the phone of its cradle and called 911.
"My wife collapsed, pls. send an ambulance now!" Sam yelled into the receiver. The operator assured him that an ambulance was on its' way. Sam thanked God that he insisted on learning how to measure her blood sugar, in case of an emergency. He promptly took it. The three minutes took an eternity. When the time was up, he realized that her blood sugar was way over her limit. Stacey had gone into insulin shock.