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The golden dunes of Morocco stretched endlessly before them, each grain of sand glittering under the brilliant blue sky. The Pogues had planned this adventure to chase tales of the legendary Blue Crown, a long-lost treasure buried deep in the desert. But as exhilarating as it was, Sarah felt a storm brewing inside of her—one that was far more complicated than anything they'd ever encountered.

It started as nothing more than a faint nagging sensation, a mild discomfort that she brushed aside. But as the days in Morocco continued, that discomfort morphed into something heavier. Nausea rolled through her like the waves of the ocean, dizzy spells ambushed her out of nowhere, and a tiredness set in that no amount of coffee or the vibrant Moroccan sun could chase away.

John B asked, his voice laced with worry as they trudged across the arid desert toward the town ahead. Everyone was tired—the voyage had been long and uncomfortable—but Sarah looked truly worn out. She moved slowly, her hand resting on her chest, her exhaustion evident in each dragging step. John B cast her a concerned glance, his brow furrowing as he tried to gauge just how much she was struggling.

"I'm fine!" she snapped a little too curtly, then softened her tone, forcing a reassuring smile. "Just a little tired, I guess. It's the heat... and the traveling. You know how it is."

But John B wasn't convinced. There was something in her eyes, an underlying worry that seemed to linger. He watched her closely as Kie and JJ laughed about something trivial, their laughter spilling into the warm, sunlit air around them. As much as he tried to focus on the treasure hunt ahead, Sarah was constantly at the forefront of his mind.

Later that day, as they ventured into the vastness of the city, the sun hung high in the sky, casting a golden hue across the landscape. Sarah felt the heat pressing down on her, colors swirling before her eyes. She didn't want to be the one to slow them down, to admit that she felt more fragile than she usually did.

"Hey, can we take a break?" she finally asked, hand pressed against her forehead as waves of dizziness washed over her. John B immediately turned to her, his face etched with concern. "Of course. Guys, let's stop for a moment."

They found a quiet, hidden alleyway, and Sarah sank into a pile of colorful cushions, clearly relieved to be off her feet. John B crouched beside her, resting a hand on her back and gently rubbing it as he leaned in. "You're really not okay, are you?" he pressed gently, searching her eyes. "You're pale."

The question hung heavy between them, the truth shimmering just below the surface. Sarah felt the weight of what she couldn't yet admit. "I'm just a little dizzy and—"

"Are you feeling sick?" he interrupted, bracing himself for the answer that could change everything.

"I— Maybe I'm just tired, okay?" she insisted, looking away, the guilt gripping her heart. She couldn't explore the truth—couldn't let herself. "Maybe it's the heat," Kie jumped in, hoping to ease the palpable tension. "We've been walking for hours. We'll get you something to eat, okay?"

But John B remained undeterred, his protective nature flaring. "Let's head back. We can find somewhere to cool down."

"No!" Sarah exclaimed, panic creeping in. She couldn't bear the thought of ruining their adventure. Some small part of her still held on to the idea that she could ignore her body's signs. "I'll be fine. I just need to rest for a minute."

John B debated for a moment, his instincts screaming at him. But Sarah had always been tough; he admired that about her. "Alright," he finally conceded, but he didn't move too far away. He settled back on his heels, refusing to leave her side. "But we'll get you something to eat."