VII Sophie's P.O.V. I frown at the ceiling, a sudden wave of nausea coming over me, and I have to close my eyes. What happened? Where am I? I look around and notice the wires that are connected to my arm. You've gotta be kidding me. Ripping them away, I force myself to sit up. The room I'm in seems a bit familiar but I have no idea where to place it. It all seems too modern and expensive for me. When I'm sure that I won't fall I stumble to my feet and begin to explore the place. *** Axel's P.O.V. "I'm taking a five minute break." I shout out, not ready for a discussion. I have no idea why, but something is off today. "We've only been at it for an hour, Axel. Is everything alright?" "Yeah, I just need to piss." I make up an excuse and quickly leave the gym. I love boxing but this much training is just too fucking much. My muscles don't hurt like they did in the begining, so that's something, but now I have trouble focusing. I think of anything but boxing while I'm at it, and it just doesn't work. Maybe it'll get better when she wakes up. I throw my gloves on the couch while I pass the living room and head for her bedroom. I just gotta make sure she's alright and maybe this weird feeling will stop. I should get a comb, to brush her hair. It's been a while since- I stop in my tracks. Her bed is empty. What the fuck. Absolutely no thoughts go over my mind for about thirty seconds, too stunned to even breathe, and then they all hit me at once. What is going on? Where the actual fuck is she? Did the nurse take her somewhere? Was she kidnapped? Who would do it? How would they get in here? Where the fuck is the security? Fuck, I gotta call the fucking cops- "A-Axel?" Soft, high-pitched voice that I haven't heard in at least two eternities, the sound of which make goosebumps appear on every possible place they can, is heard behind me and I'm left frozen for the second time in a minute. I swear, my heart will give up on me by the time I'm thirty if things are going to continue this way. "Why are you looking at me like this? is there something on my face?" she asks with a frown and leans her head to the side, inspecting my face. "I mean, it is A-Axel, right? You are Axel?" Oh, no. She did not ask me that. No no no no no no no. I close my mouth and swallow the lump in my throat. "You don't remember me? You don't know who I am?" I ask her that question with the deepest fear bubbling inside of me. Unconsciously, I place my hand on her soft cheek. "No-" she says with the softest voice, looking at the distance with her brows slightly furrowed, "no, I-I think I know who you are. Y-You're my boyfriend, right?" she asks and I let out a deep, wholehearted laugh of relief. "Yes, yes, baby, that's me." I say, the whole weight of the world rolling off my shoulders. She smiles a small smile, chuckling. "Well, that's g-good, cause if you weren't, this would be pretty awkward." I laugh at her statement, feeling myself falling for her all over again. "Yeah, I guess you're right." I reply, biting my lip. Why do I suddenly feel nervous in front of her? I open my mouth to ask her if she's hungry, when her eyes widen and she covers her mouth with her palms, mumbling something along the lines of: "Where's the toilet?" and I quickly point in the direction with my finger, following closely behind her when she hurries off towards it. "What's wrong?" I ask her in hurry, to which she obviously  doesn't reply because I'm blessed enough to witness her vomiting her stomach out in the toilet only a few seconds later. not knowing what else to do, I grab her hair and start calling for coach as loudly as I can manage. "What!" he appears behind the corner and widens his eyes in shock at the scene in front of him. "Is that Sophie?" he whispers and I roll my eyes. "Yes, are you fucking blind? Call the ambulance or something!!!" I yell at him, full panic mode. Sophie shakes her head. "No, don't, I-I'm f-". She doesn't get to finish her sentence because she's interrupted by another wave of vomiting. Coach nods, not listening to her, and hurries off to call for immediate help. Faintly I can hear him calling Beatrice in the distance. "You're going to be alright." I whisper to her. "It's probably just because of the pregnancy." While I'm saying the words, I'm not sure if it's to comfort her or myself.