Chapter 189 : I'm going to live with A-Bell

The contents of my stomach churned in protest as we rounded a corner into the entrance of the A&E and with no warning the bile ploughed up my throat again making me choke as I was now lying on my back with an oxygen mask over my face; nice.

 She’s vomiting!” Someone yelled in the distance as I choked on my own vomit and the trolley came to an abrupt stop before many pairs of hands grabbed onto whatever part of me they could find and pulled me to the side tugging the oxygen mask off of my face so I could heave the black bile into a dish that was being held beside my chin by an anonymous gloved hand. I heaved again pulling my already stretched muscles in my stomach but the bile refused to come up on the first round making me dry heave a further five times and the whimpering tears start falling from the immense physical pain it caused.

 “It’s all right you’re doing well honey,” I heard Esmee say gently pulling my hair back from my face tying it up with her trusted elastic band before she rubbed my back gently in comfort as I continued to continuously dry heave between bouts of actual vomiting.

 “It hurts!” I squeaked after the nausea subsided after what felt like ten minutes of solid heaving giving me a chance to clutch at my agonizing ribs

 “I know sweet heart, I’m sorry I wish there was something I could do to make the pain go away.” Esmee soothed gently as her own voice cracked with the evidence of tears she was trying but failing to keep contained. I felt Esmee’s helplessness deep within me and I hated myself for putting her through what I had, I didn’t hate the fact that I knew I was dying, but I hated the fact that in the process I made her cry, I hated the fact that she had to see me like I was because of her very nature it would be killing her to know there was nothing she could do to make the pain go away. I also know my death would haunt her forever because she wasn’t able to save me.

 “It’s OK Esmee.” I whispered in a sore voice as I moved my hand towards hers and she squeezed it gently, “Don’t be sad, please don’t be sad for me, there was nothing you could of done to stop this and you made my last day perfect.” I soothed gently.

 “I’m not taking your goodbyes Mi,” Esmee said stiffly her voice quivering from the tears she could no longer contain “You’re not going anywhere my love.”

 “No Esmee. I think I’m dying, well at least it feels like I’m dying,” I mumbled allowing my eyes to close again, “but that’s OK, I am going to live with A-bell,” I finished glad that the blackness took me again before I could hear too much of the soft sobbing that escaped from Esmee’s lips.