I felt Emmets
grip tighten around me as I told the news. His heart picked up speed in his
chest until it sounded like a freight train going through my ears. It sounded
like he was about to have a panic attack but I know he wouldn’t that was a lot
closer reality to me as realisation crept more and more into the for front. I
knew that reality was she would probably die that I had in fact in essence
found her dead. But the Panic and sadness came when I understood what dead
meant. That she wouldn’t be there. That I would never see her again. That she
would never reach a stable weight or fight cutting. Get married Have children.
Grow old.
“I just let
her out the ECA,” Emmet said stiffly. “I put her on green observations. I fought
for that. I told Doctor Jordan that even
though she was unpredictable it was all progress. That she could be safely
managed. I did that. I went against him. He wanted amber at least and I pushed
for green. I did that.” Emmet’s voice was pained and distant. He blamed
himself. His grip went week around me and he sank to the floor. His head in his
hands. He made no sound I’m not even sure he produced any tears but he felt so,
so far away from me.
“Emmet…Emmet I
demanded, crouching beside him. Without him I would panic. I would disintegrate.
Slip, slide, tumble and Break. “Emmet I pleaded.” His body quivered but he made
no movement. He did not speak to ease my fear he did not smile or reach for me.
He did not kiss the base of my throat or touch my hands. There was nothing else
to do apart from be with him so I sat defeated on the floor my eyes drifting
over the kitchen.
We sat for
ages not saying anything just listening to the thickness of the air around us
watching Mia get impatient as she finished eating and bashed the spoon in her bowl.
I looked for the answers but I didn’t even really know the right questions.
“I am responsible
for this,” Emmet eventually said taking his head out of his hands. His skin was
white and grey his lips devoid of colour.
“No you’re
not. Of course you’re not.” I reached for him past the silence past the haze of
resistance he gave out and touched his cheek brushing my finger up over his lips
and down his chin and that’s when he broke, when his numbness retreated and the
pain slipped him. His face cracked, his head low and huge heaves of tears engulfed
him washing over his shoulders and down his spine in waves braking over the surface.
“Emmet. I
love you,” I whispered scooting over to him and pulling his as close to me as
my small stature would allow him to be, I wanted to tell him that it was all
right but that wouldn’t be true. So what else was there to say?