Chapter 111 : Doctors orders

Mi

What must have been fifteen to twenty minutes later my sobs dyed to sniffling and where I was come back into focus and the fact I was still cuddled into Edward became more prominent So I shuffled out of his grips and looked around the room.

Esmee -who was now in a clean long sleeve top, and Emmet where now sat close together on the doctors bench their hands interlocked in each other their heads bowed close talking in hushed tones.  They looked like a perfect married couple. They should be married; they would be the most caring couple in the entire universe.

“Feeling better Mi?” Emmet suddenly said. Noticing my new found awareness he unwrapped his fingers from around her hand and got to his feet before crouching down next to me. “Edwards right Mi, We are all here to fight your daemons, and there is nothing you have to do on your own. Now, do you mind if I clip this on to your finger.” Emmet asked showing me the finger grip from a hand held oxygen monitor. I nodded. The numbers flashed between 97 and 98 and Emmet smiled. “You can take that off if you want now.”  Emmet said pointing at my face and I suddenly became all too aware of what was stuck to it and making the whooshing noise; they must of somehow managed to re attach it to my face as I had my mini melt down in Edwards arms.

“Damn mask.”  I shouted pulling it off my face so forcefully the green elastic snapped. Emmet giggled

“You really shouldn’t hate oxygen so much Mi. There are a lot worse things in life.”  I dropped my face so my eyes looked at the floor and answered quietly more to myself then him. It sounded so stupid I wasn’t sure if I really wanted him to hear but in my head the argument made sense.

“I know. I just don’t feel I deserve it.” I had hoped that Emmet would have ignored my stupid comment but as always Emmet never missed a beat.

“Mi, look at me love.” He said gently placing three of his fingers under my chin so he could lift it up so I would look into his eyes; I didn’t want to. I thought his eyes would burn me like lazars into my soul but he was persistent and in the end I had to stare right into them, His eyes where both soft and shocking and almost as unbearably penetrating as Esmee’s.  Even though his where nowhere near as dark and mysterious they had devastating power to them and wondered if he was the kind of man that could kill with his looks when he wanted to. Saying that they had never been anything but kind and soothing to me.

“Everyone deserves to breathe Mi.”  Was all Emmet said but that was all that was needed?

“Now then,” Esmee said suddenly jumping into life breaking the thick layer of sincerity that was pressing down on me like a pin to a balloon. “I am showered, smelling wonderful - if I don’t say so myself, and ready to get out of this incredibly hot clinic room. SoLet’s flush that tube out, and get going. I am sure there is something better than this you want to be doing with your half term and I believe I am doing your observations for the rest of this hour, Esmee said smiling enthusiastically like I hadn’t just puked all over her quarter of an hour before hand.

"Well I am defiantly not smelling as nice as you. “I mumbled to myself as I noticed the vomit clinging to the ends of my hair and down my top. “All I really want to do is have a shower. Needless to say I would rather have one on my own but I doubt that’s going to happen.”

“Sorry honey,“ Esmee said sympathetically extending her hand out for me to take, “Doctors’ orders.”