SARAH'S POV
I woke up early the next morning feeling sick and nauseous, Andrew is still sleeping. Last night he kept on asking me what's the problem but I also kept on replying to him with nothing. He even wants to make love with me but I refused him, he just thought that I am being stubborn and not telling him that I am sick.
I slumped my body down to the floor, feeling so exhausted while gasping for air and suddenly the bathroom door burst open and Andrew came rushing in.
"Oh God, Sarah what happened!?" He quickly carried my weak body and brought me back to bed.
"Love, come on, breathe with me." He said and did the breathing for me to follow, but my body feels so weak to do it until my eyes are slowly closing themselves.
"No! Don't sleep, don't close your eyes please!" I heard him
