Chapter 105 : Too soon

The next day after breakfast Emmet called me over to him. I had for once eaten breakfast with out to much of a protest even though every part of me hurt to do so. I counted the calories excessively until my head screamed in agony. Edward watched me at breakfast and was also doing my red observations that to my protest remained. I wanted to go to the bathroom. I wanted so much to put my fingers down the back of my throat and make myself empty but I knew a member of staff would follow and restrain on cue.

Edward followed me over to Emmet and Esmee materialized from around his shoulder smiling her warm smile. I jumped back a pace but smiled back when I realized it was only her. Tiny little Esmee couldn’t’t hurt a fly.

 “Can we have a word Mi?” Emmet asked gently trying not to cause any attention as the others from the dining room filed out to place their dishes in the kitchen ready to be loaded into the dishwasher.

 I nodded and followed him out of the room Edward following me like an obedient puppy dog unable to leave my side. Emmet stopped when we reached the main entrance and sat himself down on the familiar thread bare blue sofas Esmee following his lead and sat next to him. I chose to stand and so did Edward, a wise idea considering I was thinking of bolting for the door. Emmet’s face was somber and un-Emmet like a sign that something bad was about to happen. My tummy clinched in an uncomfortable manner.

 “Dr Jordan has asked Esmee and me to put in your NG tube this morning. It won’t take long but it will be a bit uncomfortable. Do you want anyone else with you for support? I understand that this must be a bit scary for you.” Emmet said it a soft tone as he reached up and took my hand in his from his seat. He was hurting again but not as much as me  My hands began to shake and my head swam. I didn’t think it would be so quickly, I thought I had time. Not that I thought I could change anything. Dr Jordan had made up his mind and there was no arguing with him. I had asked if I could refuse the treatment and I was told I couldn’t. Aas the procedure was considered non-evasive they could make me receive the treatment without going to court because I was a mentally incapable minor. I was too young to choose to be thin apparently. They said they were saving my life. I said they were making me fat It was as simple as that .  I swallowed hard and turned to Edward behind me who was looking at his feet,

 “Edward,” I mumbled. “I think I am going to need someone to hold my hand. I’m scared.”