Ema may have said "Good Night"…but she didn't have it.
She broke into a cold sweat by 3: 00 AM.
Her stomach turned, taking all ease away.
She tried to stand up but it just made her give in to more pain.
She had an extremely strong feeling of nausea.
The detective moaned in discomfort and inched herself to the end of her bed.
She staggered off, in search of the nearest sink.
EMA'S POV
I tried to get up.
Staggering off the bed.
I felt something flowing inside me.
I stood up but felt a strong pain in my abdomen.
I clutched my stomach for awhile but continued moving on.
But damn.
It hurt.
I found a door and luckily, it was the bathroom.
I doubled over but caught the edge of the sink.
I pulled my self up.
I felt like all my internal organs rush up to my throat and out.
I turned on the water in the sink, trying to wash it off.
Ow…
My head was throbbing.
Bad.
I sunk into the floor and leaned against the wall.
I ran a hand through my hair.
I felt so weak.
Like all the air inside me rushed out in a split-second.
Deep breaths, Ema.
Deep breaths.
In…Two…Three…
Out…Two…Three…
In…Two…Three…
Out…Two…Three…
KLAVIER'S POV
I woke up.
Noise.
Was it noise?
I threw down the sheets and got up, looking outside.
I saw lights in the guest bathroom.
I slipped out my room.
It must be the Fräulein.
I walked towards the room.
To see the Ema curled up against the wall.
I cleared my throat.
She looked up, slowly.
"I…"she croaked.
Her voice sounded clogged.
"Shhh..." I brought a finger to my lips. "Need help?" I stretched out my arm.
She moved her arm upwards but dropped it reluctantly.
I bent down and picked her up.
I could hear her catching her breath.
She moaned as I carried her back to her room.
I laid her down on her bed and leaned in close to her face.
"Are you okay?" I whispered in her ear.
No response.
I guess she fell back to sleep.
I walked back to my room, closing Ema's door behind me.
And went back to sleep.