Finally Free [Gavin Free][Undergoing Editing]

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(Bree's POV)

I twirled around in my computer chair, enjoying the space around me. I loved working here--editing, animating, and helping Miles and Kerry with future character productions for RWBY. I showed them my art portfolio and they were generally impressed, so they had asked me to help sketch a few clothing styles for new characters. Of course, I couldn't refuse.

My desk was next to Lindsay's, who was in the middle of editing a Things To Do. We've become really close like Barbara and Jane are. Her wedding was beautiful--gold and red with simple things here and there. Ray and I were probably the only sober ones there which was fine because I loved watching everyone else drunk dance to music. They didn't want a honeymoon, so they were paid a little extra for their staying.

At that moment, my phone blared Jane's ringtone, the Halo theme music, and I picked it up immediately. When she Skyped me and I saw the gorgeous ring on her finger, I was happy for her, but I was also green with envy. I was always the one to gush about a huge wedding for myself while she rolled her eyes at me for being girly and eccentric. I've always had my wedding planned and I knew what was going to happen, while Jane was always the wing-it-type-person. Then, when she asked me to be her Maid of Honour, I was more excited than ever. I never brought the subject up to Ray because I wanted him to be the one to think about marriage and if he wanted that. I wouldn't push him. I could wait...

"Hey!" I giggled into the phone.

"Hi," her voice seemed drained and fragile and I furrowed my brows at her dull tone. "What's up?"

"Well, what's up with you? You sound like shit." I said, shading a sketch in my notebook that lay open on my desk.

"Thanks, arsehole," she said and I smiled. "I've had food poisoning since yesterday and these terrible migraines. I don't think I'll be getting on that plane today."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Why didn't you call Gavin?" I drew a floral pattern on the margins of the paper, tilting my head as I worked and biting my lip in concentration.

"He wouldn't pick up. I don't know how long this will last, but I know for sure that getting out of bed is a big no no," Even under duress, she was still the same old Jane, using childish words like 'no no'. "I've never felt this before. It's different from the last time I had food poisoning."

"Is it worse?" I asked. Lindsay was watching me, raising her eyebrows to ask who it is. I wrote Jane's name in cursive on the paper and she smiled.

"Um, no. It's just...different." She groaned on the other end.

"In what way?" I sighed and moved aside my notebook to open up an Internet tab, searching the symptoms she was suffering into Google. "I'll look it up."

"Well, I didn't have migraines last time, just stomach pains and the occasional puking. I mean, I am vomiting a lot, usually in the middle of the night. It's tiring me out." She sighed out as I searched the web for what she's dealing with. I hummed to myself as I pressed enter to search my question and many things came up. My eyebrows scrunched together as I read the same thing over and over again, nothing different. Every single answer was the same as the one before, never ranging to anything else. "So?"

I gulped and brushed back a few wisps of my black hair from my face, eyes widening at what it said. I felt my heart ache just looking at each answer they provided. I shook my head and I smiled weakly. "It's fine. Probably just food poisoning like you said. They aren't very detailed on here anyway." I copied the page and pressed print as I said so. Lindsay was still watching me, wondering what's gotten me to change my mood instantly. I nodded to her before going to the printer and stapling the sheets of paper together, reading them over as I left the animation building.