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Third person's POV

How long had it been since she went upstairs? A few hours, and if she wasnt asleep then it was very unlike her to not have come to him. And so, Micheal had decided to go upstairs and check up on her. Of course he had been surprised to see her curled in the middle of the bed looking all disheveled and pained, even the sheets were disheveled.

He had hurried to her at once and gathered her into his arms.

"Hey". He said as he brushed her hair from her hair softly. "What's wrong?".

For a moment he feared she was having an emotional breakdown or something, giving all that had been happening lately. And on seeing the tears streaming down her cheeks, he became even more alarmed.

"Cramps". She told him quietly.

His eyes widened slightly and he once again brushed her hair from her face.

"What can i do to help?". He asked her.

A shuddering breath left April and she held onto his arms tightly. She let the fraagrance of sandal wood soothe her.

"Hold on to me...".