Chapter 3 : In blue

“Mia… Mia, open your eyes Mia.” Somebody shook the top of my body. “Come on Mia open your eyes for me Mia.” I opened one eye- I was laying on my side on the cold floor. I seemed to be in the recovery position. There was a pool of foul smelling bright orange vomit beside my face and there where drips coming from both my hands, my feet were raised up on pillows. Tubes ran up my nose and the room was going round quicker then a fair ride. “Mia, Mia, My names Rachel, I’m a paramedic Ok, your going to be Ok love.” Her words stabbed through my head: that was the last thing I actually wanted to hear.

With my last ounce of strength I grunted and rolled over away from her. The movement made my stomach lurch and I threw up, instantly choking. Another paramedic pulled me over to face him and he opened my mouth. More bright orange vomit trickled out the side. I was a mess.
“Wow honey, you have got to stay still for me all right?” The Paramedic demanded and I nodded, too tired to actually try and move again anyway.

“Is she going to be ok?” I heard Annie ask.
“We will do are best, we just have to get her into the ambulance.” Annie took a sharp intake of breath. “I…I should call Maggie.” Out the corner of my eye I saw Annie cover her face and leave the room. Paul struggled with him self for a while then decided he should stay with me. I felt bad; I never wanted to hurt them, as far as a foster family go Paul and Annie were good to me. Still though, I relaxed a little bit knowing there was still hope that I might not make it out of this alive.

“It’s soaked through another one.” I heard Rachel say from the other side of me. “We have really got to get her to the hospital so we can stop the bleeding, it‘s time to scoop and run, I think.”

“She isn’t going to be able to walk out of here though, her blood pressure is dangerously low” He looked over at a small monitor in his hand.”
“I’ll go and get the trolley. Look at her, she tiny, we should be able to get her out without to much trouble.


“Right Mia”

“Mi, I hate Mia.” My lips were almost stuck together with an un-identifiable grunge but I still had to tell him. Mia sent shivers down my spine; every one sounded so angry when they called me Mia. I shouldn’t have cared but their anger made me hate my self and I couldn’t cope with hating my self any more. Tears swam over my eyes and if there was one thing every one knew about me it was that I never cried in front of any one else if I could help it, it was my only golden rule. Tears where weak.

“Sorry Mi. Rachel’s gone to get the stretcher out of the ambulance. When she comes back in we are going to lift you onto it and get you out to the ambulance Ok.

“I don’t want to,” I moaned.

“Christ Mia!” I heard Paul bark from the other side of the room, “What the hell do you mean? You need serious help! What did you do this for any way? What would’ve happened if Annie brought Rosy in? You would of scarred her for life, that little girl loves the ground you walk on!” There was real venom in Paul’s voice that I had never heard before and it stabbed at my heart like a knife. All I could do was whimper like a wounded animal and twist my body - anything I could do to hold back the tears. I could have Scarred a child, hurt little Rosy?

“All right Mr Hat, I know it is hard but try and keep it calm. Mi needs to avoid getting upset if at all possible.” The paramedic turned to me, “Could you tell me how many tablets you have taken Mi?”

“Not enough.”
Paul turned and walked away, and there it was. The only family that would take me in for miles around had walked out on me. All I had left was two strangers dressed in green, vomit, blood and the cool blue lights from the ambulance out side illuminating the room as the sun went down.