Five weeks have passed. That morning was clearly harder than others. Rebecca stared at the ceiling of her bedroom and sight hardly. She had no will of doing anything today. Just the idea of the fact that she has to go at the Club today makes her sick. The thought of sitting in her Rolls Royce and smelling the leather makes her wants to throw up. She calls her chauffer to cancel her ride to the club. For the first time in a long while, she will take her own car to work today.

She got herself ready. Today she went with her sage green suit with a with blouse underneath. She did minimal makeup since She was not feeling up to doing a full glam one. She made herself her regular morning tea and sat at her kitchen island. She takes a couple of deep breaths in and out.

There still time to let the office know that you're not going in Rebecca.

That phrase popped into her head. Since she became manager of the Club she never called in sick or missed a meeting because she wasn't feeling well. So, she regained confidence in herself, finished her ted, grab her purse and next thing you know she was sitting in her Range Rover.

She lived pretty close to the club, so it wasn't a big commute. She drove the little 20min between her house and the dog track. In the parking lot, she parks her Land Rover SUV next to Roy's Jeep. She got out of her car and as soon has he realized that it was Rebecca, he couldn't help to be extremely surprised.

Roy: Fucking hell, what an honor!

Rebecca: Alright, we don't need to tell everyone about it.

Roy: Oh, I will. I will also mark my calendar, this is exceptional.

Rebecca: Roy, please!

Roy: You felt like driving today?

Rebecca: Yeah, let's put it this way.

Roy: Fine.

Rebecca: Have a nice day, Roy!

She stepped into the facility and went straight up the stairs to her office closing the door behind her She takes her coat of and hangs it on her tree near the door. She opened the big window that is facing the practice field to breathe some fresh air. She took a minute to gather herself. A few minutes later, Ted was knocking on her door to drop her daily biscuits.

Ted: Morning Boss!

Rebecca: Hello Ted!

Ted: Here are your biscuits.

She opens the box immediately and takes a bite of one.

Rebecca: Oh, I've been waiting for those all morning. Thank you, Ted.

Ted: I hope that they're not you breakfast.

Rebecca: Today, yes, they are. Nothing felt good enough.

Ted: You're a grown woman, you make your own choices,

Rebecca: Exactly! Any who, how's the team moral?

Ted: Their little night in Amsterdam seems to have help –

Rebecca softly: Yeah, it did

Ted: - But we gotta work hard now.

Rebecca: Yes, we have a match against West Ham coming up.

Ted: You meant Rupert?

Rebecca: No, no, West Ham.

Ted: As you want Boss.

Rebecca: I have decided that I needed to get over Rupert because he clearly moved on from me even if he likes making my life miserable. I decided to be the adult in this divorce.

Ted: Good for you!

Ted leaves her office with the promise to come back tomorrow, He loved their little morning one on one. To the both of them it serves as a little therapy session. This time he ended by inviting her to one of the practices someday to assist him and coach beard. He desperately wants to see her football skills even if he says that she has none.

Twelve, Rebecca is still not feeling better. She feels lightheaded, nauseous, has heavy eyelids and she has no appetite. She barely ate one entire biscuit. She already took 2 acetaminophens, but they don't seem to have any effect on her symptom. Her head is still spinning, and she still feels very nauseous. She replied to like two emails in the last hour. She opened the windows in her office has she was feeling hot all the time. She is in a meeting with other club owners about the future of the league, but it takes everything in her to concentrate and to follow what everyone is saying. She takes her phone out and sent a message to Higgins.

Rebecca 12h09am: I'm leaving after the meeting; I'm really not feeling well.

Higgins 12h10am: No worries boss, feel better.

The meeting ends around 1pm. Rebecca is not even sure why she stayed because she did not pick one thing from it and barely took any notes. She picks up her jacket and purse. She walks toward the door of her office but decides to sit back on the couch as she feels like she's about to faint. She's all sweaty. She takes deep breath on and out. She takes her time, but she finally makes it to her car.

God this is not safe. I can't drive like this - I fuck it, I only have 10min to go

She drives out of the parking lot, blasting her air conditioning so she doesn't faint. She also has some light music on to take her mind of her nausea. While waiting for her turn to turn on her street, a white car turns and arrives very fast on her driver side. Her car is pushed 2 meters back due to the impact. All the airbags in her car went off to protect her. She loses consciousness upon impact. She comes back to herself, but everything is a blur. People are asking her if she's ok and if she needs anything. The only word that she can get out of her mouth are call 999!

She could see that there was blood on her suit and blouse. She was in and out of consciousness. There was also some glass everywhere as the window on the driver side and windshield exploded. She hears the sirens from the ambulance and the police car from a far, but they are quickly approaching. The paramedics have to extract her from her car. They were asking her not to move and to stay awake from them. They rush her to the nearest hospital.

Paramedics 1: Ms. Welton? Can you hear us? Stay with us!

Paramedics 2: Heart rate is fine; blood pressure is high. She's out of it right now.

Paramedics 1: Careful with her left arm.

Paramedics 2: St-Georges is ready to receive right now.

Paramedics 1: Tell them ETA 5min on the lights