Allison (mixedupmuggle) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2009-11-01 19:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2024 11, character: allison foxe, character: james sirius potter |
RP: Why am I getting worse?
Who: Allison Foxe
Where: St Mungo's
When: 1st November, 2024
Rating/Warnings: None
Summary: Allison isn't getting any better
Allison groaned as she pulled her hair back from her face and she lowered her face towards the toilet, vomiting into it. She had been feeling nauseous for the entire day although the sickness had been coming and going throughout the week. She had even asked for a pregnancy test on the third day, the sickness reminding her of when she had been pregnant with Toby. It had been unlikely - she didn't think any possible pregnancy could survive what she'd been through in the past few weeks - but when she had started to have difficulty breathing in conjunction with it, she had recognised that it was something different.
Curling her fingers tightly around the toilet seat as she was sick again, she winced at how sore her joints were. The scars on her body had gotten worse throughout the last week and they had swelled, her joints swelling with them. Allison was only glad that James and the others didn't seem to be affected yet; she was beyond grateful for that. Everything hurt like hell and she was glad she was in a hospital where people could help her with pain relief and medication. They hadn't figured out what was wrong yet but she had hope. She had to; the other outcome wasn't worth thinking about.
Vomiting for what she hoped was the last time, she lay on the floor next to the toilet and curled up into a ball. It was cool through the thin pyjamas and she tried to concentrate on breathing evenly, ignoring the racing pace of her heartbeat.
Things would be fine. They just had to be.