Midnight x F.P.

𝚜𝚒𝚡𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎

March 10th, 2023

Florence POV

I was just pulling into the driveway of our house in Los Angeles. I finally wrapped this insane movie that I had the opportunity to be apart of. I have always loved Christopher Nolan films and the casting was exceptional, so I felt extremely privileged to be apart of it.

I was just excited to spend the rest of my day resting before getting on a flight back home to the UK bright and early tomorrow. I felt extremely exhausted from filming, plus I haven't been feeling so well lately so it's been really rough.

I haven't felt this ill in years, but I just brushed it off as a symptom from my exhaustion and from the nerves of getting on a flight home. I was just glad to be finally home, finally able to see my girls and spend the rest of the evening with them when they both get home.

Thankfully my scenes weren't overly terrible this week, it was mostly just reshoots. So I was able to rest and not overwork myself too much. I parked in my usual spot of the driveway before turning off my SUV, the santa fe that Anastasia had and then gifted me as I loved driving it.

I was just about to unbuckle when suddenly I was hit very hard with a wave of nausea. I unbuckled super quickly before jumping out as fast as I could while locking it behind me. I beelined straight towards the front door while struggling to find my house key on my keys.

I found myself also struggling like crazy to even just get my key into the door handle.

I was getting frustrated with my keys, I took a moment to collect my thoughts and ease my panic as I thought to myself, "Of course I had to get super fucking nauseated now it couldn't have waited like five minutes".

I finally got the key into the lock before throwing my one hand over my mouth when I felt the sensation begin raising up my throat.

I quickly pulled the keys out before opening and shutting the door fast. I dropped my purse on the front bench and ran straight for the bathroom.

I almost tripped over one of Aurora's shoes that must've been left out on the floor making me mentally scream at myself for being so reckless of not tidying it up earlier. But I couldn't do anything about it at the moment because suddenly I felt the burning coming.

I pushed through into the bathroom before dropping to the floor and immediately throwing my head over the toilet.

I've been getting nauseous like crazy for the last week or two. But of course today is the only day of these weeks that I've actually thrown up. But then again most of the times I was able to eat something or take medication quick enough to stop it.

After what felt like an eternity, I wiped my mouth with toilet paper before shutting the toilet cover and flushing the toilet. I groggily stood up from the floor, before leaning on the vanity of the sink.

I looked in the mirror before washing my hands. My breath fucking recked from being ill and I just wanted to cry.

I never was the one to like being ill even as a child, mainly because I was hospitalized so much as a kid and I don't want to be hospitalized so far away from my family. Nor do I want to panic my daughter or Anastasia on me being in the hospital.

I really just want to go and nap, but I have to finish packing. I have a list of to do that needs to be done as well, so napping is not an option unless I call Lizzie to come over and help. But I don't want to really bother her right now.

I might just leave the to do list for Anastasia, but the packing is my main priority.

I quickly dried my hands as I let out a small sigh before grabbing one of the unopened spare tooth brushes we keep down here in case of emergencies. I added some tooth paste before brushing my teeth.