chapter 89
Rebecca's POV
After the boys had left for their various interviews, I turned my attention back to the film that was playing on the TV before a loud sigh pulled me back from it. I turned towards Sophie, who really did look sick, and took in her appearance. Her skin looked frail, the colour drained from it, her green eyes seemed as though they had fogged up, a light grey covering the iris'. Her faded pink hair no longer sat perfectly, it wasn't tamed like usual. The bright pink lips that sat on her face had faded also. I just didn't see how this was a normal virus. Although pregnancy seemed far-fetched, it was the only thing that made sense to me yet I had no idea why.
"I'll get you a drink, put some life into you" Grace smiled softly, but sadness overruled it, everyone hated to see Sophie in this state but the worse part was we had no idea what to do. Was it serious enough for the doctor's attention?
"I can get it myself, I'm not dying guys" she attempted to add humour but it seemed to drift away, as she disappeared into the kitchen.
With a glass of fresh Apple juice in hand, Sophie returned to the room, clearly fed up with her current health. "Girlies day in me thinks?" I nodded along with Grace, it was about time we had some girly chats.
13 Apple juices later and Sophie was back in her previous position on the couch of her hotel room.
"I'm thirsty"
"You literally just had an Apple juice."
"I want more" A sigh escaped my lips as my hands grab hold of the edge of the material, using it to pull me from my once cosy position.
"I'll get it" Sophie decided, even though she was ill, Sophie had managed to reach the Hotel room´s kitchen do it before I was on my feet.
I hadn't noticed Sophie had spent nearly 10 minutes in the kitchen until my eye caught the time on my phone.
"Sophie?" I called out, leaning towards the door but the effect failing to make my voice any louder. The lack of response had me on my feet, even if she was 18, I worried about her.
And I was right to worry.
My eyes travelled to the kitchen floor, reaching the limp body that lay on the tiled room.
"Oh God Sophie" Hands finding their way go my gaping mouth, as I stood full of worry and shock before rushing over.
My question from earlier had been answered, she needed medical attention and soon before it got out of hand.
What is going on?
