Chapter 194 : Shadowing fear

Shadowing fear

Mi

The tablets took me. I had fought there effects but now I had a belly full of charcoal and a drip pumping in as much poison into my veins as I had and I felt pretty unwell; like I was dying. It was hot outside and I had a pile of blankets on top of me but my whole body trembled with a cold that I felt deep within me.  And the sickness had turned from bad to downright violent bringing up projectile green and black bile with little or no notice not to mention the crushing and twisting abdominal pain that ripped through my trembling body at any given moment taking all my effort not scream out in agony. Emmet had begged them to give me something for the pain but weather he agreed or not the doctor had protested that any pain killer would make it worse for me even though he had given them a list of at least four that contained neither Paracetamol nor Ibuprofen.

 I vomited again trying to aim as best as I could at the dish that Emmet kept permanently propped up under my chin now that I couldn’t sit up to vomit, but missed and once again threw most of the black and green substance onto the plastic protector that Emmet kept changing for a new one every time that I missed my target.

 “It’s all right darling, it’s OK.” Emmet soothed folding up the protector and bowl and taking it away before replacing it with another one.

 “Am I going to die?” I whispered opening my eyes into the slightest slits so I could look into Emmet’s  so I could tell whether he was lying to me but there had been no need for me to anyway, he had no words of any comfort to give, instead he forced one small smile from his grim looking face,  tears  glistening somewhere on his eyelashes  as he put his hand under the pile of covers searching until he found mine and squeezed it tightly in his, more emphasis in it then there ever had been before.

 “I don’t know baby. “ He said the words gently, his voice braking over the words he didn’t want to say.

 “Emmet; I’m scared.” I admitted the truth softly, two of my tears matching his as they rolled down over my cheeks and onto the sheet underneath. I wanted to die but regardless of what people said it was scary when face to face with it.  You could be surrounded by friends but the truth was we all died alone, entering a world that no one was sure of.

 “I know honey,” Emmet said softly before he got to his feet and as gently as silk brushed my sticky hair off of my fore head and kissed it tenderly like he was tucking his daughter into bed for a good night’s sleep, “I’m a little bit scared too.”