A/N Sorry this chapter is so short, but I have a ton of homework to get to, sigh. School has me really busy, but I'll try to update again this weekend! Also, on another note, yes, Riza is pregnant, no, she usually isn't that tired, but she's pregnant so that has some side affects, and as for her call to Gracia, she lied through her teeth. Do I have to spell it out for you? Sorry, school has me in a bad mood… lets see what I can type up this chapter.

Disclaimer: see previous chapter.

Black. It was the only thing Riza could see, an uneasy sense of nothingness surrounding her, as she seemed to float. A moment later, she could feel her surroundings again; she couldn't tell where she was. It was soft and warm, and Riza snuggled in closer. Why was everything still black? She had been at the firing range, she could remember up until there… must have blacked out.

Riza's eyes snapped open as she sat up immediately, looking around. She had to rub her eyes for a few seconds to clear them before she could see properly. She was lying in a bed, twisted in the soft blankets, in the hospital wing of HQ. Looking to her left, she saw Hughes sitting on a chair next to her, his mouth slightly open in surprise.

"Awake at last are we?" he asked.

"What? I guess, how long was I out? And where the hell are my clothes!" Riza exclaimed, noticing that she was only wearing a bra and panties and hugging the blanket around herself tightly.

"Hmm, where to start… well, we were finishing the field training, and you fired a few times at the range before going all clammy and fainting. Then, you were taken here right away, and you've slept the past four and a half hours. Oh, and you got a zero on your assessment," he said, "just kidding, just kidding! They let you off."

"Ah, I'm sorry, did you have to skip the rest of your work for me?" asked Riza, "I'm sorry I've been weak lately, I can't exactly explain right now."

"Don't worry, I hate field training so really, this whole thing helped me out. And your doctor's here, I'll go tell her you're awake," Hughes said, getting up and walking out the door. It was another few minutes before the doctor came in, and took Hughes's seat next to Riza.

"Riza, how do you feel? You look faint," she said, pressing her hand to Riza's forehead. "You realize why this happened right?"

"I know, but I thought I would only have morning sickness to deal with for the next few months," said Riza feverishly.

"Riza, you can't keep this up without sacrificing your baby, you've got to take some time off. You get maternity leave here, right?"

"Yes, and great dental, but I can't take so much time out of here, I'll get out of shape and miss so much," Riza said desperately, "almost all that we do is paperwork, how about I just don't do anymore training?

"I'm not sure you understand the seriousness of this situation, Riza. You can't do this, you have to make a decision between your baby and your career. Staying at work could lead to a premature, or still birth, and even if it was okay, you'd have no time to spend with your child," she explained sadly.

"I'll give you some time to think, and I suggest you speak to your partner about this," she continued, getting up, "this decision could affect your whole life, so choose carefully, and call me during the month some time when you're sure about it." And with that, she left Riza to lye back down in the bed and think about what to do, and where her clothes may be.

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"You have one new message," came the dull, disembodied voice of the answering machine, as it paused several seconds as though trying to remember it. "Riza, we're about to leave, but Hughes told me you collapsed after field training, I'll call you tonight!" came the panicked voice of Roy, and the line went dead.

Riza pressed play. "You have one new message… Riza, we're about to leave, but Hughes told me you collapsed after field training, I'll call you tonight!"

"You have one new message… Riza, we're about to leave, but Hughes told me you collapsed after field training, I'll call you tonight!"

Riza walked into the kitchen, slightly soothed by Roy's voice, and went to eat dinner. She had left the hospital and gone back home a half hour after her doctor had left. She was famished, and, finding nothing easy to make, simply walked back to the phone and pressed speed dial.

"I'd like one medium pepperoni pizza."

A/N sorry she's having pizza again, I'm eating some right now, so I just put it down. I'll update again soon, later!