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This is a rather long boring chapter since I am just introducing the topic.

BUT I do hope you enjoy anyways cx

Chapter 1

A knock came from the door.

Alma woke up suddenly gasping for breath. She was covered in a cold sweat, and her body ached. She looked up slowly, holding her sheets tightly. She looked over towards her pocket watch and squinted to see the time, 6:35. Frantically, she realized her children had probably not eaten anything, so she attempted to get up extremely quickly in order to prepare a late breakfast.

That was a mistake.

Almost instantly, Alma laid back down, her head began to throb and her stomach filled with small knots, covering her in a aching body pain head-to-toe. She then attempted to reach out for a flask, hoping possibly she was just thirsty and not sick, but her arms were weak, and sunk over the side of the bed lifelessly.

Loud knocks came from the door once again along with shouting.

"Miss Peregrine, are you alright?" Said a voice from the outside.

Alma attempted to say something, but the only thing that came out was large coughs.

"Are you okay?" The voice repeated, banging louder that made Alma's head ached more.

Alma nodded even though the voice couldn't see her.

"I'm going to come in okay?"

Alma's heart pounded about the thought of one of her wards coming onto her room, she quickly turned to her nightstand and gathered enough strength to reach out for her flask. She placed it behind her pillow. She began to lift up her head, and then her legs, making sure no-one would come into her room, making it look like she was fine, but she really wasn't.

"N-No… I w-will be out i-in a m-minute." Alma began to shiver from standing away from her covers.

"I'll wait till you come out, I'm just incredibly concerned."

Alma paused from walking and began to take in deep breaths. Already, she was exhausted. She gripped her stomach, almost every step tripled the pain.

She opened the door slowly and looked at the blue orb standing before her. She squinted, trying to make out the figure before her, her headache made her eyes out of focus. It was Emma.

"Miss Peregrine, you look terrible!" Emma said in shocked voice.

She did look terrible though.

Her dark- raven hair was mussed, and laid across her shoulders lengthy, her face was extremely pale and her whole body seemed to be so frail, She was so thin, thinner than she ever was, and it especially showed through her black night clothes.

"I-I'm fine…" Alma swayed back and forth, Emma gripped her tightly.

"What on Earth happened to you… Haven't you eaten anything?!"

It was obvious that she hadn't eaten in days, weeks, possibly a month.

She was acting incredibly strange, refusing to eat a single morsel during the family dining hours. But, that didn't attend, she always prepared the food for her children, without any help.

"Do you want to go back and lay down, you look very ill." Emma held her hand up to Alma's forehead, she didn't even have to touch it to feel the heat emanating from it.

"No… Dear… I-I'm alright." Miss Peregrine answered, clinging to the wall and to Emma to keep her from falling. "The children… Where are they?"

"They're fine, they're still asleep."

Alma began to shiver, that then almost instantly turned into violent shaking.

"Miss P, please come to the kitchen, let me take your temperature." The only reason why Emma wanted to take her to the kitchen was because if she wouldn't have, she would have to call for help, which meant she could possibly wake up the younger children. And, no child wants to see their beloved mother in such great pain. And, if anything happened Jake, Olive, and Enoch were at easy access.

"Miss Bloom I-I'm capable of caring for myself." Alma began to sweat ferociously, yet she was so cold.

"Miss, please, you look so sick. Olive, Enoch, Jacob, and I can help you,"

Alma finally gave in, linking to Emma's hand tightly down the stairs.

"What on Earth?!" Miss Peregrine said faintly.

Olive, Enoch, and Jacob all turned, and all of them gasped.

Olive was warming the oven and cooking the eggs.

Jacob was chopping vegetables, with a large knife.

And, Enoch was mixing the batter for the pancakes.

"What are you doing..?" Alma said weakly, holding onto the wall. Squinting once more to see the children clearly.

"What happened to you!?" Olive said concernedly, "We knew you weren't feeling yourself, but what happened!?"

"I-I'm fine, get out, I-I will prepare breakfast."

"Uhh, no way!" Enoch said immediately.

"No I-"

"Miss P," Emma interrupted, "They're fine, you're not." She switched to the thermometer issue, "Olive, could you get me the thermometer and Enoch, could you get me a wet washcloth please?"

The both of them nodded and rushed down the hall.

"Jake, can you help me escort her to the parlour, she can lay there as you guys get breakfast ready, in case if she needs help."

Jacob nodded and put his large arm onto Alma's waist, Emma did the same and led her to the parlour.

Alma laid on the fainting couch, her hands clenching her stomach tightly, attempting not to moan in front of her wards.

The boys decided to leave, Emma had told them if anything happened she wouldn't hesitate to call them, and they will be in charge of the children when they were to awaken.

They both agreed.

Emma pulled out the thermometer from Alma's mouth and placed the washcloth back onto her forehead. 103. 5 degrees Fahrenheit.

"Oh dear…" Emma said looking at the thermometer.

Olive peered over her shoulder, "Look how thin she is, if she eats something her temperature may go down."

Emma nodded and sent Olive to get some soup, that was being prepared for breakfast.
"How are you feeling?" Emma asked Alma quietly.

"I-I'm fine…" Alma said holding her stomach tighter.

"Miss Peregrine, please tell me, you haven't been eating well, and we all fear for your health."

"Emma, I-I appreciate your concern but-" Alma paused regaining her breath from her stomach cramps, "I-I'm… fine."

Olive came through the door and handed the soup to Emma.

"Okay Miss P, we need you to eat." Emma held out a spoon towards Alma's mouth.

"N-No… I can't."

"Please," Olive intervened, "Your temperature is too high, if you eat it may go down."

Alma nodded and ate one spoonful and began to gag.

"I… can't." Alma held her stomach tighter, the pain now ten times stronger from just eating a spoonful of soup.

Emma frowned, "Olive, could you get Jacob and Enoch, I want her to be out of the little ones sight."

Olive obeyed and stepped out the room once again.

"Miss, are you feeling worse? You're turning green." Emma looked at her headmistress with sympathy.

"I feel a little worse… Nothing that I-I can't handle." She tried to hold her tears in as her head began to pound louder, and her stomach paining her more.

"I promise you will feel better once we get you upstairs. You can sleep longer if you would like"

"No… You can't g-go into m-my room."

Emma frowned, "We have to, we won't be in there for long."

Alma looked down nervously.

Jacob, Enoch, and Olive all walked into the doorway.

"Okay, Jacob, Enoch, get her to her bedroom, Olive and I will stay from behind."

Everyone nodded.

It was incredibly easy to get Alma off the fainting couch since she was very light, but it was incredibly hard for her.

The house began to spin like a carousel as she walked towards the steps, her head throbbed louder, and she was still clutching her stomach in an awkward position.

"We're almost there Miss P." Enoch said reassuringly.

They went down the hall swiftly, trying with there best to get her to her room as quickly as possible.

Alma squinted hard, "E-Enoch, J-Jacob stop…" Alma breathed hard and slipped to the floor exhausted. She shivered on the ground, holding herself in a distorted way.

"It's okay..." Emma said while kneeling down beside Alma. Olive did as well.

Alma held her legs and curled into a ball, she couldn't help but moan, the pain was excruciating, she couldn't pretend anymore.

"I can carry her to her room, if you would like." Enoch volunteered concernedly.

"N-No…" Alma said softly, "Y-You can't c-come in."

"Miss P, we respect your privacy, but we need to get you inside of there." Olive said sweetly.

"Y-You can't g-go in there…" Alma began to sweat, even though she was shivering rapidly.

Emma intervened the conversation, realizing that Alma was looking worse than before."Jacob, fetch me another washcloth, Olive, wait out here for when the children begin to wake up. I fear were making quite the racket."

The two nodded and headed down the stairs

Ignoring his ymbrynes protest, Enoch quickly lifted her up. The both speed walked down the end of the hall and opened the large door in front of them.

The two walked inside and almost immediately Enoch and Emma gasped.

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