Hello, sorry I haven't updated this in a good few weeks AGAIN, I just thought now would be a good time to bring this out and explain a few things. Some of you may know already, but for those of you that don't, the past few years I've taken time away from the education system and instead I've been working full time. This was something I did for my mental health and although I wish I could continue working as its what I'm happy doing, I recently made the decision to go back into education so I can hopefully get the qualifications to move into the industry I would like to. I initially thought It wouldn't be as heavy as i now realise it to be, but basically I've found myself in a course which is a 9 to 5, plus the hour commute to and from the campus, so (8 till 6 basically) Ontop of this I will still be working part time and so my time to write will be very limited. I know uploads on this aren't that regular anyway but they will be even more so now. I will still be writing but it definitely won't be regular at all so I just wanted to let you all know why I may be radio silent from now on x
⚠️a very small breif mention of emetaphobia at the beginning ⚠️
November 2018
Week 11, the salsa
Bang.
"Shi-shhh you're ok, ok...not you're not, ok, come here, let's sort you out"
Suddenly, from what seemed out of absolutely nowhere, dianne collapsed onto the dark wooden floor and curled up, her legs falling into her chest and she began to cry, her eyes fluttering open and closed like a butterfly's wings as they rolled very quickly to the back of her head and joe knew what this meant. Her legs had completely given way, she had no idea where to look and she had just fell to the floor-he had experienced this many times. Dianne had fainted. But she was still fully conscious, or at least she was at the moment. He had to act fast for not only the sake of his dance partner who still had an hour and a half of teaching to do, but also for his girlfriend who was was very quickly falling for and wanted to protect. He tried to help, first scooping her up bur she felt heavier than usual, probably because her whole entire body was just limp, as if every ounce of energy had been pulled out of her. He placed his hands under her bum, trying to be as respectful as possible considering she had just literally fainted in his arms, and he somehow managed to wrap her legs around his waist so that he could carry her to one of the chairs in the corner of the room. He sat her down and the second she felt that she was supported, she fell forward again, her legs catching her arms and she leant over, looking down at the floor, her hair flopping forward.
"Help...."
She stuttered, her breathing low and stuttery which was enough to panic joe more than he had been a few seconds before. Dianne to him was more than just his dance partner. He had found over the weeks that she was a really special girl. She made him laugh and she looked after him and was kind and it was those things that drew him in and made his feelings appear. He was slowly falling for dianne buswell, as was she for him but neither of them were quite there yet.
"How?"
He asked quickly. Help was a very vague word.
"Sick..."
She mumbled, pointing to her throat as she breathed heavily, joe quickly trying to figure out what to do. Eventually he found a bin and a few seconds later he found himself holding it infront of diannes face as she threw up.
"Its ok..."
He sighed apologetically trying to comfort her. He wrapped his hand around her loose ponytail and held it back, rubbing the top of her spine with his fingertips.
