It was a few days before she was supposed to fly out. They had been out on a date, dinner at their favorite place and a movie they both wanted to see at the cinema. Then they had walked to the beach, and strolled along it for a good while, before they finally walked back to his apartment.

On their way back, they might or might not have shot in innuendos of what they planned on doing to each other once they had crossed the doorsill at home.

Emily liked that Metal no longer was as nervous as he had been about potentially causing her pain. It had happened a few times that she had ended up in some pain afterward, but she had finally convinced him that it usually was worth it, and for the most part it only lasted a little while.

SEALTEAM

The first item of clothing started coming off as soon as the door was on the way back to the frame. Metal's sweater made its way up his torso and over one shoulder as he kicked off his shoes.

Emily kicked off her own shoes, slipped a couple of fingers inside the waistband of his jeans and pulled him closer to her. Then she stood up on her toes and winked, before she whispered, "Race you to the bedroom."

She had barely said it before she darted towards their bedroom.

Metal was not prepared, and stood dumbfounded in the spot while Emily clearly won the race.

Once his brain caught up to everything else, he laughed and walked after her, removing the rest of his sweater. "You got me there."

"I sure did." Emily chuckled as she tried to get the zipper of her dress, "I might not be able to keep up with you on your runs anymore, but I can still win some races against you."

"I'd like to claim my brain was taking a vacation…" he chuckled.

Emily finally gave up and turned her back against Metal, "Unzip me?"

"My pleasure…" Metal grinned and stepped closer, he bent down and placed a kiss along her shoulder as his fingers found the zipper.

She let go of a content sigh.

SEALTEAM

The pain was there as soon as she had climaxed. It felt like someone was actively twisting a double edged blade low down on the right side of her tummy.

She rolled off him, and curled up in the fetal position.

SEALTEAM

He spent a second or two to get his bearings, then he propped up on one elbow and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Em, are you okay?"

He knew she wasn't. He could see it in her posture, in how tense she was, in the tears which had started to roll from her eyes.

"What do you need?" he let his hand travel up and down the length of her upper arm.

She just shook her head as she tried to keep quiet.

"How bad is it?" his voice had definitely entered the worried specter.

She just shook her head once more.

"Em, you're scaring me…" he swallowed hard, "-Do you need to go to the hospital?"

She shook her head once more.

"No?" he frowned, "Em, you look like you're in a lot of pain… Are you sure?"

She shook he head.

"Okay?" he sighed, "You want to give it a little time?"

She nodded.

He frowned as he kept rubbing her arm, "Alright, five minutes. If it's not better by then, we're going to the hospital. Whether you like it or not."

She shook her head a little, "I won't need it."

"Can you describe the pain to me?"

She shrugged and almost gasped as the pain almost seemed to get worse, "Sharp. Sharp cramps."

"Like stabbing?"

She nodded a little.

"And where?"

"Here…" Emily tried to untwist from her position, but a grimace seized her face. She managed to give him an indication of where the pain sat even if she curled back into her previous position as soon as the she could.

"Right side?"

She nodded.

"Emily, this is important. Do you still have your appendix?"

She shook her head.

"Are you sure?"

"Had it removed when I was six." She grit out.

"Really?"

She nodded and tried to suppress a cry.

"I'm gonna get dressed, and find something loose-fitting for you to put on." He informed her, "Are you sure I shouldn't call an ambulance?"

"It'll pass."

"Emily, this isn't normal…" he swallowed, "Some doctor needs to check you out."

"It'll pass." She bit out, "Just gonna take a little while."

"If it's not better before I've found clothes for us, you're going to the hospital. End of discussion, okay?"

She didn't answer.

"Okay?"

She nodded a little, "Okay."

SEALTEAM

He put a pair of boxer briefs on and grabbed one of her hot-water bottles in order to fill it up, hoping that it could bring her some relief.

He returned and placed the hot bottle against her, and she reached out and placed it against her lower abdomen.

In silence he scanned through her side of the closet until he found a loose pair of sweatpants, then he grabbed one of his worn down exercise t-shirts. It was loose on him, and would definitely be too big for her. But the fabric was as comfortable as it could be. He also found some underwear for her.

He tossed it on the bed and found reached for a random t-shirt and pair of pants for himself.

Then he turned towards Emily, "Alright, you're not any better."

"Makes you say that?"

"You're drenched in sweat, tears are still dripping from your eyes and you're still curled up like that."

"We just had sex." She gritted out, "Of course I'm sweaty."

"I've air-dried." He shrugged as he started dressing, "You should have to… You have not."

She curled a little tighter.

"Do you need help to get the clothes on?"

At first she didn't make a move to answer, but she nodded after a few seconds.

"Alright, I'm gonna put the hipster and pants on your legs first." Metal nodded as he started doing just what he had said he would. "Hey, remember to breathe every now and then…"

She nodded and took a breath.

"Hurts really bad, don't it?" he winced in sympathy as he pulled the leg-wear up as far as it would go in the position she was in.

She nodded.

"Okay if I try to roll you over to your opposite side?"

She nodded a little.

He did and pulled her sweatpants the rest of the way up. "What do you say? Skip the bra and just go for the t-shirt?"

She nodded, and he almost thanked her. He definitely knew how to open and close those small hatches on bras, but he imagined it would be hard to get one on her the way she was laying.

"So, the pain… Is it worse if you get pressure against your stomach?"

She shrugged, then nodded a bit.

"-And you're sure you don't want me to call an ambulance?" he repeated his earlier question, "It's been ten minutes at least now. Doesn't look like it's any better…"

"No. I don't need an ambulance."

"Okay." Metal sighed as he shook the t-shirt out, "Gonna put the t-shirt on now…"

SEALTEAM

"Now, we're set to go…" Metal nodded to himself as he checked that he had his car keys, the keys to his apartment, his phone, and hers, and everything else they might need. Including a plastic bag in case she felt nauseous along the way, "You don't exactly look like you're able to walk on your own tonight."

"No, I can…" she claimed. He had helped her into a sitting position already, so she just tried to get to her feet. Not that she really had a chance. She let go of a sharp gasp and curled back in on herself.

"Yeah, I see that…" He rolled his eyes a little. "I'm gonna lift you, okay…"

"No, I'm too heavy…"

"Bullshit." he sighed as he slipped one arm under her knees and the other behind her back, "Left arm around my neck, alright?"

She placed her arm where he requested, still weakly arguing that she weighed too much for him to lift.

"You know we have an exercise where we have to carry our comrades, while wearing full gear and a big freaking rucksack, right? You certainly weigh less than the combination of a 100lbs backpack, bulletproof vest, long gun and Trent or Jase."

"But your leg…"

"Hey, don't think about it… I'm back above 90 percent, almost good enough to requalify." He almost whispered back to her as he started walking towards the door.