Niamha shot up in the bed and raced to the bathroom. She bent over the toilet and hurled up everything that was in her stomach and that wasn't much given she hasn't been eating correctly for the past couple of days. She gagged on final time before getting up to wash her mouth out. 'Great way to start the morning.' She thought sarcastically as she stood in front of the mirror pushing her hair off her clammy forehead. She went back out of her room and headed downstairs into the kitchen. She realized that once again the house was empty. She made herself a breakfast of eggs, toast and orange juice. She didn't have an appetite for much these past couple of days. Niamha picked over her food and headed back upstairs to get dressed. She put on an old pair of black sweatpants, a long sleeve black fitted shirt with her dark grey pullover and white, dark grey and orange Jordan SC2s. She put her hair up in a messy bun and grabbed her purse, keys and shades. She headed out of the house and into her car.
As she drove she became more and more anxious for her task at hand. She pulled up in front of the building and sat outside of her car. She knew she had to go in there and find out. There was no other question about it. She let out a final shaky breath and exited the car. She walked into the warm building and up to the receptionist desk. An unfriendly women, who looked in her late thirties early forties, sat behind the desk typing away fiercely at the computer in front of her. She didn't look up as Niamha stood there. Niamha cleared her throat. The women cut her eyes up at her before turning her attention back to the computer.
"Excuse me." Niamha said regaining the mean ladies attention.
"Yes?" she replied curt and emotionlessly.
"My name is Niamha Woodrow and I have an appointment to see Dr. Swift."
Niamha watched as the lady looked back at the computer typed a few keys then look back at her.
"Take a seat and the doctor will be with you shortly."
Niamha noticed that the women's voice had changed towards her and held some emotion Niamha wasn't ready to feel yet. She took a seat in the relatively empty waiting room. She looked around and nervously played with her keys. She was starting to feel sick to her stomach as the only sound that could be heard in the waiting room was the tick of the clock. She felt herself growing the urge to throw up again. She was about to get up and ask where the bathroom was at, but then she heard her name being called.
"Niamha Woodrow. The doctor will see you now."
Niamha slowly rose and started to head to the door, but with every step she took the black stars and spots became more predominate. Niamha felt as if everything was going in slow motion as she fell to the ground, she faintly heard someone calling her name but the sounds and sights morphed into one bright light as she fell to the ground. Everything went black.
***
Landon walked around picking up the toys and clothes and such left behind this week from Ezekiel and himself. He was taking the little time he had to clean up, while Zek was down for his nap. He was loading clothes into the washer while cleaning the bathroom when his phone went off. He headed into his room and grabbed his phone off the charger. He was about to not answer the unknown number, but something told him to take the call.
"Hello?"
"Hello. Is this Landon Henderson?"
Landon paused trying to figure out whether or not she should give out his information. "Who's calling?" he deepened his voice.
"This is Dr. Elizabeth Swift. I'm calling in regards to Ms. Niamha Henderson."
Landon felt his heart beat start to increase. He stuttered over his words as he asked his next question. "W-What h-happened to her?"

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