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doc "Drop dead" she said "Well if looks could kill, I would have, maybe I willingly will drop dead at your feet, if you would only let me kiss you, he replied with flair. "Huh?" she could not say anything, surprised at his frankly spoken words. "Enough of this game," he warned and the next minute she was being held in his arms roughly and was being kissed like she was all that mattered, like she was some oxygen giving machine that he needed to breathe. In fact he was stealing her oxygen, she struggled awhile, whimpering, he breathed into her mouth, his hand crushing her head to his. She found she was unable to fight his strength; she went limp, almost passing out. She actually passed out! St John, realised there was no fight, he pulled away, and she almost fell to the floor in a boneless heap, he caught her just in time, supporting her with an arm behind her back, he lowered himself to the floor. Cradling her head in his lap, checked her pulse, her heart was beating, but she had stopped breathing .He breathed into her mouth, forcing air into her lungs, tapping her face, come on, breathe, she opened her eyes, just as she gasped out trying to catch her breath. "Are you trying to kill me? Get away from me!" she said trying to move away from him. She was gasping, she tried to take slow breaths, and move away, but found it impossible. Her body did not want to cooperate; besides, he had not let her go.

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110202553.doc "Wait, don't move, he held her down, you were not breathing just now, you might pass out again" he said, "God, you scared me!" "I am sorry," he continued. "Please let me up, she said calmly, her breathing had come to some resemblance of order. I feel fine," she said through gritted teeth. He released her, she moved away by twisting her body, using her hands to brace herself until she was on fours, her head was spinning, she controlled her nausea by sheer will and lifted her head slowly, bringing her body up. She got up. Without looking at him, she walked away. He watched her walk away from him with a sinking heart and a worried frown. He followed her slowly. He noticed, she was walking very slowly compared to her usual brisk walk. She walked towards the bathroom in the hallway. She goes in, shuts the door, sank down to the floor, leaning against the door, her legs shaking so much, it refused to hold her up any longer. She crawled the next few feet towards the commode, and her body started heaving, and heaving, nothing coming out, her eyes watered, she heard the tap coming on, she had no energy to look up, she rested her forehead on her hand that was clinging to the seat. she knew it was him. He lifted her gently, turning her to face him. He so gently, used the towel to wipe her face, wipe the tears streaming down her cheeks. She swayed, in a swift move, he swung her up in his arms, carried her out. He walked to his room, kicking the door close behind him, she struggled, but he held her even tighter, muttering, "Sh..sh..i will not hurt you.

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110202553.doc He placed her on the bed, she looked at him in shock, her eyes wide with fear. He kneeled down the side of the bed, his hand brushing her hair away from her cheek, he was so gentle, his eyes which was dark and angry earlier, was so soft and gentle. She tried to move away, but his eyes held her captive. He captured her shaking hand in his, clasped it to his heart. "I am so sorry, Emma, I did not mean to scare you or cause you any harm. We've known each other for how long? Emma, closed her eyes unable to face him. He said, I'm going down and getting Evie. He did not see her shaking her head. He already turned and was walking to the door. He went down to his hall, where his family and few close family friends including Emma's family were gathered to celebrate his parents Wedding anniversary. Evie is his brother's wife of 15 years. Evelyn or lovingly known as Evie, is a neurologist with the local University Hospital. He knew he would need to answer Evie's questions, he put it off, as he wanted her to confirm if he should send Emma to the hospital. Evie got her medical bag which was always in her car and ran up to the room. Emma sighed as Evie came to her. "what happened Em? "What am I supposed to do if some smart aleck decides to kiss me and suck my oxygen away, of course I'm gonna stop breathing and pass out," Emma said belligerently. Evie shot a look of incredulity to at St John, "SJ?" "Never mind that," he replied brusquely. She had stopped breathing for about 2 minutes.

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110202553.doc Emma was mortified. St John's family and hers have been neighbours for so long, that they were like family. Her elder brother Scott was St John's best friend and room mate at college. For St John to suddenly "show interest" in her came to her as a shock because he had always treated her like a little girl calling her "GM" short form for"Giggling Monster", a nickname her brother had given to her, due to her tendency to giggle at anything, at any time. Coupled with the fact that she had a long standing crush on him since she was 13, and was hero-worshipping him from afar, it all seem surreal to her. Her muse was interrupted when she heard Evie saying her name. "Em,? Are you ok?" we need to go to the hospital. I am going to run a CT Scan to ensure that there's no damage to your central nervous system. SJ drove Evies car to the hospital. She followed Evie, and then she was being introduced to the Radiologist, Dr Sandy and CT Scan Technician, Marshal. She is given a robe and shown a room to change, and was instructed to remove all jewellery, hair clips, watch, and to only wear the robe. She changes into the robe and comes out of the room. Marshall then lead her to Page 4 of 7

110202553.doc the scanning room, he helps her to lay on the platform and told her to lay still and to hold her breath whenever he asks her to. He leaves and then the lights go out, and the machine comes on. it rotates around and the platform also starts moving horizontally. Marshal then instructs her to take a deep breath, and hold until he tells her to release her breath and continue to breathe normally. Finally, it was over, Marshall comes in and helps her up. As she gets up, her head starts spinning and she sways. Marshal was in time to stop her from falling. He steadies her, helps her to sit on the platform. "okay, deep breaths, nice and slow, helping her to bend and lay her head between her knees. He tells her, to bring her head up slowly, while breathing slowly and deeply. "As she looks up, he asks "Are you ok?" Do you still feel faint?" "I feel better now, thanks" she said. He helped her up and they go out of the room. Dr Sandy and Evie were looking at her CT-Scan Images on the computer, were discussing in low voices. Marshal, leads her to sit on a chair, and he goes to speak to them. He tells Evie and Page 5 of 7

110202553.doc Sandy about her dizzy spell. Evie and Sandy looked puzzled, and they checked back the screen while conferring with one another. Sandy then prepared the report, and she signs it and Evie thanks her. Emma was not aware of the completion of the report, she was cradling her head in her hands, trying to massage her temple. Her migraine decided to make a visit and it was in full force. She remembered and was grateful that this was not MRI, the MRI machine was noisy and hell when she had it before to diagnose her headaches. Evie, sat down beside her, "Emma, are you okay?" What's wrong?" Emma looked up at Evie, "My migraine decided to make an impromptu visit, that's all," she smiled. "Okay, can u walk?" Evie asked her. "Lets go, I will get you back home, Do you have your meds here now with you? "mmm...yes I do, but Is it safe to take? I mean I had a glass of wine just now, and its Caffegott. Yeah, it should be ok, just dont make a habit of it, she joked. She lead Emma to her Consultation room, got her a glass of water to take the pain killer. Once Emma had settled down, Evie, was looking through the report and the scans. She looked up and smiled at Emma, Well, all seems okay

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110202553.doc here, but I am concerned on the dizziness and loss of consciousness, have you been getting enough sleep? And, how often do you get your migraine attacks?

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