Chapter 107: I should not of laughed at Bella

Esmee and Emmet weaved there body’s around me trying to find the beast positions to work on me while there faces come in and out of focus as they tilted my head one way or another and looked up my nose, their faces stern in their concentration.

 “Can you tie your hair up off of your face for us?” Esmee asked sweetly pulling the elastic band she always kept around her wrist off with a snap before handing it to me. I did what I was told silently, wrapping my dead brittle hair up loosely into a pony tail while pulling a fair amount out two making another bold patch appear. My stomach flipped onto my mouth as Esmee discreetly took the hand full of my hair and dropped it into the yellow clinical waste bag to be thrown out with the trash. She had no idea how much she wished that I could have just crawled in there two.

 “Edward, hold her hand.” Esmee announced in her most caring and gentle voice as she walked back over to me with a warm smile on her face, but I could hardly see it as my eyes where now filled with tears, Edwards hand slipped into mine. I squeezed it as much as I could but I still had very limited mobility of my bad arm. It wasn’t enough

 “Right Mi. We are going to start now Ok.” Emmet said placing his strong hand on my shoulder.

“Will it hurt?” I stammered.

 “No, it won’t hurt, but it will feel really uncomfortable for a few seconds, but once we get past your gag reflex it won’t be so bad Ok. The other thing is Esmee will be holding a big tumbler of water with a straw. It’s going to be really important that you drink when we tell you to OK. This will make it less uncomfortable and help the tube go into the right place.” Emmet said in his stern voice of authority before then turning his voice back to his softer tone and adding. “You’re going to be OK sweet heart.” All I could do was nod

 Emmet bent his knees and tilted my head up so I was looking at him straight in his face. His eyes did one final evaluation of my features before he gave a strained smile and started feeding the tiny little tube up my nose. The tube hit the back of my throat with a force I wasn’t expecting and I retched. With this Esmee pushed the cup of water at me and placed the straw in my mouth.

 “Start drinking honey it will help.” She encouraged.  I drank the water and it hit my stomach like a thousand tiny rocks while at the same time Emmet pushed the tube further into my throat. I gagged again spitting the water all down over my top and Esmee’s hands. I could barely breathe. “Good girl, good girl.” Esmee said gently holding a cardboard bowl under my chin with the other hand. “Keep sipping at the water when you can.” I clamped my lips back around the straw and drank deeply as Emmet pushed the tube in further, I whimpered as it hit the back of my throat again but I kept drinking and Emmet pushed again until it became too much and I retched, a mixture of water and vomit hitting the bowl under my chin. I couldn’t’ breath and I began to sob as my gag reflex was activated again. I tried to free my hand from Edward’s so I could reach up and tare the tube out of my nose so I could make the pain go away.

 “Keep drinking.” Esmee encouraged but I shook my head still retching, the tears pouring down over my face.

 “I know it sounds like I am being harsh Mi and I am not trying to be but at the moment the tube is sat right on your gag reflex so it won’t get any better until I get it further down, so we have to push on OK love.” Emmet said softly while Esmee pushed the straw back into my mouth and I began drinking again. I also noticed the grip on my hand had become tighter as Edward held it in comfort and a constant stream of reassurance tumbled out of his mouth that I could barely here over the buzzing in my head. Still it made me feel a bit better so I thanked him for that. Without him the procedure would have been intolerable.

 the gagging finally eased as the tube made it’s way past my throat and into my stomach until finally what felt like hours later even though it was probably only minutes, Esmee put down the tumbler of water and the bowel of vomit and hugged me with the words. “It’s all done now. You did really well.” All I could do was sob. Bella was right. They tubed me and there was nothing I could do about it. I had now lost the only control I had left.