Chapter 63: She was just a little girl... she was diffrent

                                                                                             Esmee

I had landed myself doing AJ’s red’s for the second hour that day and was helping her color in from a children’s coloring book. I didn’t mind all that much. AJ was a kind hearted young girl through it all even though she was considered one of the hardest to do a one to one with, because AJ never talked. Ever. She normally just read from a pile of books that she kept beside her and we watched on helplessly as only her facile expressions gave away what she was feeling. Today was a good day, today was one of her coloring days and she communicated well by pressing colors into my hands and pointing at the bits she wanted me to color. I tried my best to keep up my one sided conversation of question and answers but it all seemed so stupid in the end. What we all really wanted to know was what happened to her that was so bad in render her silent and why three days ago did staff have to cut a tourniquet off from around her neck?

 “Esmee you didn’t answer you RRA.” Erin accused coming to an abrupt stop inside the day rooms doors panting slightly.

"No, I’m on reds so I couldn’t.” also I am enjoying coloring and I couldn’t be assed too.

 “Well I’ll take over from here, Emmet needs you in Dream, he told me to tell you to bring up a blood pressure and oximeater, Josh has called the guys, there on their way.” Translation – this is serious, ambulance has been called, move your ass.

“All right, thanks Erin, I’m going.”  I said getting to my feet, passing the crayon I was using over to Erin as I headed for the door at a run and shot down to the clinic to find that bits and pieces that I needed. Whatever was happening up in dream could not be good. Emmet was normally very good at handling any situation himself and for him to send for another nurse or an ambulance was not a good sign. I had no idea what could be wrong but it wasn’t good.

 When I got to the clinic room the door was propped open by a chair and Jacob spears was routing around through the cupboards at what was an unnaturally fast speed for him piling up compression bandages and absorbent dressings onto the counter. By the looks of it we had a bleeder, and reading between the lines of Mi’s history and Jacobs’s incredible non-snail like speed I would have said we were looking at a very bad case of Self-harm.  

 “What’s going on Jacob?” I asked after taking a deep breath to steady myself at the door way before pushing into the room after him to get what I was asked to get.

 “A cutter, a real one, looks like she did a bloody good job at messing her legs up.” I almost growled. I hated Jacob as much as I hated his wife, and that could only be Crystal. Of course they were both cynical and completely inappropriate for their chosen profession which meant they needed to have an ounce of compassion inside them some were and they were lacking that between the both of them. Who was Jacob to decide who was a “real” cutter? They all needed help. Anyone despite enough to carve their feelings into their skin was in trouble.

 “Well you best get back up there!” I snapped at him grabbing the  bits and pieces into my hand. “They will need those bandages and things.” I growled before dashing out the clinic room to the back stares before he could say anything else.

 “I got the things you asked for and Jacob’s on his way.” I said to Emmet throwing myself into the commotion of dream and throwing the equipment onto the floor. That was when I saw the damage that had been done. Both of Mi’s tiny stick thin legs were being held up into the air by Andrea and Emmet who were trying to shove the sheets from Mi’s bed into the numerous gapping wounds on Mi’s leg. Even from where I was standing I could see at least five that where going to need a fair few internal as well as external stitches and the blood was everywhere. A lot past what was dangerous for any situation but what was most prominent was Mi herself. It was the first time I properly met her and right there and then something sparked inside me like it had in Emmet. She looked just like a little girl more like a twelve year old then someone who was pushing there sixteenth birthday  and she had been fighting monsters all alone. She was just a little girl and she had been hurt but even in the state she was in now I saw a fire in what would have otherwise been her dead eyes. She was just a little girl but her pale blue eyes were old beyond her years and they wailed out for someone to listen to her silent screams. She was just a little girl and we had to save her. I had to save her.