Chapter 240 : The hard menstrual cycle days

Esmee

 

“hi hon, how are my sleeping beauty’s?” I asked as Emmet let himself into the office about half an hour before we started to wake everyone up. I sent them all up to you to chill before the wakening and Ava’s doing meds. Ingred and Lauren have breakfast being sorted and Alice is doing the measuring of juices and stuff for the build-up menu. Observations are assigned and I have just about finished reading the books…… now.”

 

“Oh how I hate to burst that pretty little bubble of yours “ Emmet smiled as he drifted over to the white board of observations and notes and started erasing everything by Mi’s name and replacing it in big red pen before finishing it off with writing “arm’s length please,” In the comments box. I could feel my soul fracture.

 “So do we have enough nurses to cover this or am I going to have to start breaking down the agency’s doors?” Emmet asked with a sigh as he went over to the shelf of overcrowded folders and got down a blank HNA. He pulled a chair to the edge of my desk and started ticking boxes and writing in a rushed almost unrecognizable scroll. As nurses and doctors you learnt quickly that handwriting had to be barley eligible to count on paperwork as long as it was done giving you something to squint at blankly for reference it was fine.

 “We have a few extra this shift, I can probably wing something. It does mean screwing this up again though, and it was looking so neat. No sticky Mia fingers or anything. So what’s happened that makes you think that Mi has “suicidal tendencies” and is “intent on trying to hurt herself.” I asked grabbing a pen from the pot myself before going about scribbling out names and adding more in on a wobbly drawn Column with Mi written at the top of it. Nothing ever remained perfect for long in this world. Computer grafts looked neat and tidy but they weren’t really real when so much could change with the humans that where represented on them.

 “She got up an hour early and walked down past me to get to the loo. I commented that she was up early and I offered her to come and sit with me in the nurse’s station but she told me that she really needed the toilet and then left. I laughed waved her off and she went to the loo. She seemed happy and OK. I assumed that she just needed to pee like we all do in the mornings. She was in there about fifteen minutes so I knocked and told her that someone would have to check on her so she came to the door and I could tell something was wrong. She was pale and shaking and gagging slightly on nothing then she just had a go at me and told me that there was no way on earth that she was eating anything and that she wanted to die. I asked her how I could help and she asked for a packet of pills, some razor blades and a room to be alone in. I upped her obs. I didn’t know what else to do or what triggered it. I assumed it was too long in front of the mirror.”

 “It’s a possibility, that mirror is a death trap in the bathroom. I remember getting lost in that one a number of times but I think I know what’s happened. I have sort have been expecting it for a little while.S he is 98lbs now, which is bordering OK for someone who has been so underweight. Her hair has stopped falling out and looks healthier and her nails aren’t brittle. Her body is rebuilding it’s self now it has everything that it needs to grow and coming out of starvation mode now that it gets enough calories every day… you know what happens next.”

 “Her reproductive system starts working again. She is having her period,” Emmet sighed even though his face suggested that he was happy about it. I knew how he felt. It was going to be a horrible aftermath to watch. Feeding MI was the easy bit. Making her body physically healthy didn’t take long compared the length of time that it was going to take to make her emotionally OK with the physically healthy body. Then there was the bit that made us smile. If that bit was working the body would be trying to fix the other bits making that dreaded heart attack or kidney problems less likely. We had brought a starving body back from the edge of death which was something to smile about. The sad bit was, we left the soul behind somewhere close to the cliff face.  

 “I would almost bet on it, which means progress for us, meltdown for her and we have to try and contain it so we don’t lose her completely.”