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Start of Time - Gabrielle Aplin

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Past

Robert didn't sleep well. It wasn't his fault; he was sleepy and exhausted from the match and would like to sleep quietly in the comfort of Elle's old bed.

It was Elle who had awakened him.

She had woke up twice panting and grasping for air. He jolted up and he swore he could hear her wheezing. 'Ellie-' He had his hand running up and down her back, 'Ellie what's wrong,' She panted, trying to inhale as many air as she could. She held her hand up motioning she can't said a word and he nodded understanding what she motioned.

'What the fuck is it?'

He asked worriedly as he peeled off the comforter and ran for the door, 'Stay here, I'm going to get you some water.' She nodded.

When he returned back, she was few times better than earlier and he had her drinking the whole glass. 'What was that?' He asked, tracing his thumb in her jaw as he tilted her head up.

'Fuck, you scared me.'

'I just--I felt like I couldn't breath.' She finally opened her mouth. 'Like something was restraining my chest.'

'Should we go to the hospital?'

He asked worriedly. She shook her head and laid on her back. He looked unconvinced, 'Are you sure? I'm serious, I'm worry as hell right now. My heart is racing. Feel it.'

He took her hand and placed it in his chest where she felt his heartbeat quickened at the palm of her hand. A weakened smile etched on her lips.

'I'm okay.'

She confirmed and pat the empty spot. 'I'm sorry for waking you up. You must be exhausted from all the training and the match, I'm sorry.' He crawled back to his spot and rested his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her sweet honeydew smells.

'It's okay, Elle.' His eyes drooped, 'It's oka--ay.'

So he felt asleep.

And 2 hours later, the second phase came. Second phase had knocked him down off the bed and her jolting up holding on her neck and gasping.

'Elle.' He rushed to her side. Her eyes were wide and he could see tears collecting in her eyelids. Her chest was hunching up and down; her mouth was open trying to fill her lungs with air. 'Elle, fuck, fuck, we are going to the hospital.'

'No--Lewy, don't'

'The fuck by you mean no.' He insisted, anger and worry etched on his face, 'You are going.'

The boy rushed around grabbing his belongings, phone and slipped on a shirt. His arms linked under her arms and knees as he hoisted him up and ran down the stairs.

Keys in hand and he buckled her in the backseat huddling her in his coat and rushed to the driver's side and sped.

'Lewy.'

'Lewy.'

He glanced up on the mirror, 'What?'

A small chuckle escaped her thin pale lips, 'You are going to get us kill with that speed,'

'How can you be laughing?' He cries.

'You have done enough of panicking for both of us.' She smiled but it was weak and he felt a hand creeping on his shoulder. It belonged to her. 'Hold on, Elle-Marie.' He muttered, 'We are almost there.'

The car's brake screeched as he stopped in front of the nearest hospital and he hoisted her up, running inside of the emergency room.

'Sir-'