Chapter 124 : Washed and ruined

 “I think I ruined your t-shirt” Was the first thing I could sniff out as I clawed, edged and dragged myself out of the deep underworld that I had just been sent to in my head.

 “More Washed.” Emmet corrected for me looking down at his chest to the damp patch my tears had formed, I instantly felt embarrassed.

 “I should clean up the sink.” I mumbled unsteadily trying to pull myself to my feet, but failing as my head began to swim in the wrong direction and black spots exploded over my vision and my stomach. My stomach lurched against the bathroom that stank of air freshener, urine and bloody bile which the heat intensified to it was almost unbearable. I swallowed heard.

 “Esmee’s already done it my love.” Emmet said getting to his feet and helping me to stand even though I couldn’t. I was so exhausted I felt like I could fall to sleep standing there. It had been a long day and the floor kept trying to come up and hit me in the face.

 “What, Why?” I asked confused screwing up my eyes and pressing my hand to my fore head I was developing a chronic head ach and my whole head swam uncomfortably as my body began to vibrate with trembling, even my teeth chattered even though the heat was still there pressing down on me along with the gravity.

 “You don’t look so hot honey.” Emmet said ignoring my question as I felt the cold sweet begin to bead across my fore head and my knees creak under the pressure of standing. I was too week I needed to go to bed I needed to eat something else, I was still hungry.

 “I’m not feeling very well.” I moaned overbalancing into Emmet’s chest my eyes fogging over as he pressed his fingers to the back of my wrist to check my hammering pulse.

 “You need to come to the clinic with me OK.” Emmet said gently leading me to the bathroom door propped up against his side. “I think your blood sugars plummeted, I want to check it out.”