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Author's note- okay, so this character died ages ago. I don't care, I wrote this thing ages ago. So, read if u want

Poor Emily I

The dinner had been lovely. Sydney was so wonderful to see her again, and her friend Will was charming. Something in the way Jack and Arvin looked at him, that was a bit odd. However, Emily was not worried about a few stray facial expressions. She sat up in bed trying to read a book, but her mind kept going back to the evening. Will was wonderful to meet; it was quite a coincidence she would meet one of her favorite newspaper writers as Sydney's friend. And what a joy it was to see Sydney again. Emily sighed. It was true; she had been quite reclusive lately, hidden away in bed or not far from it. She had not seen many people for awhile. It was a joy to hear from Sydney again. She had called once before, for Arvin, in the middle of the night. She hadn't minded, but Arvin was a bit upset that it took her another hour to get back to sleep. Her health meant everything to him at the moment.

Yes, dinner had been lovely, minus that one outbreak of calamity. She felt herself going red in the face at the very thought. It was very embarrassing, what had happened. She had just looked down for a moment at her food, and suddenly was in so much pain. She can't remember looking up, only Arvin rushing to her side and kissing her on the head as she came out of the moment. But he told her that she had looked up, at him, and her expression scared him.

Emily looked at her husband as he entered the room.

"Did the business call go well?" she asked him. He looked up at her, startled.

"Yes, oh sweetheart I didn't know you were still awake. You didn't have to wait up for me." he said as he crawled into bed beside her.

"That's alright. Dinner was lovely, don't you think. Will Tippin is such a nice young man."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. He is charming isn't he? Yes, I think we all had a fine time. Its too bad Sydney had to take that phone call, she missed the good conversation." Emily laughed and replied.

"You mean she missed you and Jack arguing over who would go fetch the wine."

"Yes, well that too. Her friend is having a pretty rough time she told me."

"That's too bad." Emily glanced across the room to the yellow flowers Sydney had brought her. "Arvin, about me getting ill at dinner, I am sorry." She whispered.

"Oh, Emily, it's not your fault. I'm just glad you were okay." He exclaimed. "Don't think about it one second more. Just think what a good time you had tonight." He hugged her and kissed her forehead. She smiled. Then they turned out the lights and went to sleep.