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Sam
I awake with a yawn, stretching out my sore limbs, but clutching my head when a sharp pain erupts from it.
"Urgh, my head." I groan, staring over at the wet clothes, and dirty t-shirts that I'd have to wash later on.
Suddenly, bile creeps up my throat, as I race to the bathroom and throw up into the sink. I crumble to the floor, and clutch my stomach, the world spinning around me.
I manage to get dressed and head down to the kitchen area. I take a plate of food and sit down with Minho and Thomas.
"Hey Greenie!" Thomas chirps, smiling at me, making my head pound at the loudness of his voice.
"Morning." I mumble, gently swaying in the seat from the dizziness.
"Are you okay, you look a bit pale." Minho asks, concern crossing his features.
"I-" I'm about to finish my sentence but am cut of by the bile rising in my throat, again.
Minho notices and helps me round to the back of the kitchen. I throw up onto the floor and Minho rubs my back.
"It's okay, just keep breathing, you'll be alright." He tries to reassure me.
My head spins again, but I am too weak to prevent myself from falling at the intensity of my dizziness, as I feel my body hit the floor.
Minho
I stare at her limp body on the grass. "Oh my god." I manage to force out.
Did I hit her too hard? Is she dead?
I pick her up bridle style and carefully carry her to the Med-Jack's.
"Hey there Minho, what happened this time?" Clint smiles, his smile fades when he sees the greenie in my arms - but dead?
"Lay her on the bed." He says. "Did you find her like this?"
"No." I say, laying her limp body on the white sheets. "She was at breakfast with me and Thomas and she was about to throw up so I took her to the back of the kitchens and she was sick everywhere, then she just passed out."
"Okay. Was she like this yesterday?" Clint questions, raising his eyebrows.
"I don't think so, but she hasn't looked okay all morning." I say, concern dripping from my tone.
"I'll get Jeff, and we'll do some checkups. You can go back to your job now, Minho."
"Okay, but tell me when she wakes up." I ask, and Clint nods, an unsure look on his face.
Sam
I crack open my blurry eyes, and am hit with sudden nausea. I sigh, bringing my hands up to my eyes to rub them, which gets the attention of Jeff, the medjack.
"Hey greenie, how are you feeling?" Jeff smiles, dragging a seat to the edge of the bed and perching at the edge of it.
"Not too good. My head is pounding and I feel sick."
"Okay, when did you start feeling like this?" He asks again, a notepad now in his large hands.
"Um... this morning, I woke up and my head was pounding, then I just threw up and I didn't even feel sick."
He nods, "Are you late for your period?"
My eyes widen and a blush creeps up my cheeks, "uh... yeah, I think so, because I've been here a couple of weeks, and it was supposed to start last monday, two days after I came in the box."
"Can you lift your shirt please? I need to check something." Jeff says, reaching into a cupboard and bringing out a stethoscope, as I hesitantly lift my shirt to underneath my breasts.
I wince as the cool metal touches my stomach, as Jeff moves it back and forth, until he stops, listening to something.
"What?" I ask.
He passes the ear pieces to me, and I put them in, listening to whatever startled him in the first place.
But then, as I am about to give up, a small heartbeat echoes through the ear pieces. Tears fill my eyes as Jeff and now Clint, who just entered the room, says: "we think you're pregnant."
