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That night was an unusually cold one that left Syrus and Elizabeth under all the covers. Syrus was holding her in his arms as she listened to his heartbeat. The two teens were in the silent bliss that only a night with your love could bring. However, neither were aware that their bliss was about to be interrupted.
Syrus felt as Elizabeth wormed her way out of his arms and out of the covers. He opened his eyes and saw that she was in the fetal position, with her arms held around her stomach. He saw a thin sheet of sweat on her neck in the moonlight. He shook her shoulder gently in an attempt to wake her up, and was relieved when she turned over to face him, but he became worried again when he noticed that she was very pale and that her eyes were glossy.
"Elizabeth, are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'm... Oh God!" she exclaimed before running into the bathroom. He walked in behind her and turned on the light. She was crouched over the toilet, and he could hear her vomiting. He held her hair back and rubbed her back until she was done. She flushed the toilet, wiped her mouth with a paper towel, and then washed her mouth out to get rid of the taste and soothe the burning in her throat. Syrus had stayed and was glad he did, because soon after she collapsed, just barely being caught by the bluenette. He walked her back to the bedroom and helped her on to the bed. Her eyes had the dazed look that signalled extreme dizziness, but she soon recovered.
"Liz, what happened?" Syrus asked.
"I guess the baby's just trying to adapt to being here," she said, smiling. Syrus put his hand on her forehead and felt that it was hotter than normal. He also grabbed her wrist and felt that her pulse was extremely fast.
"You're sick. I should take you to Ms. Fontaine," he said, grabbing the younger girl's arm. She pulled back.
"I can't go to Ms. Fontaine! I'm dead remember? It's not like I can just walk in anymore!" she said, quietly.
"Well then what are we going to do?" he asked, raising his voice.
"Nothing. Look, I'm not that sick. You're just overreacting, as usual," she said.
"And you're just being stubborn, as usual!" he said, firm enough to prove his point, but quiet enough that no one would hear. When he didn't hear a response, he looked over and saw that Elizabeth had fallen asleep. He smiled, both at the peaceful look on her face and the fact that she hadn't heard his last comment. Elizabeth hated being called stubborn!
Suddenly, the bluenette got an idea. He went into the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth, which was soon damp with cold water. He walked back to the sleeping black blood and placed the cloth on her forehead. The girl sighed with content. Syrus considered looking for some medicine, but realised that Elizabeth wouldn't take it even if he forced it down her throat. She would be afraid of it harming the baby. The bluenette sat down beside Elizabeth and placed a hand on her stomach. She growled a little, but stopped when she realised that it was him.
Elizabeth, I promise that I'll be there for you, no matter what. I will never leave you again.
Syrus looked at the clock: 5:02 a.m. He suddenly felt his eyes grow heavy. He laid down next to Elizabeth and wrapped his arms around her, his hands held protectively on her stomach.