Somehow I worked
the rest of the night shift without falling apart. I did my job well but just
that my Job. I mostly occupied the office perched behind my desk and worked
through the mountain of incident reports, risk assessments and other paper worked
that came with an attempted suicide of such magnitude. Time I did adventure out
some of the Clients where asleep others stirred with worry over there missing comrade.
Bella… Bella sobbed and sobbed and didn’t stop. I put her on amber observations
maybe it was cruel but so much sobbing could take dark form in anyone’s head
and Bella did not protest. She didn’t care she wanted her friend safe something
that I could not give her.
I could not
remember the drive home from the unit when it finely came all I knew was I cried
the entire time not heavily not heartbroken beaten down sobs from the chest
like Bella just a trickle of tears that I had to occasionally rub away with the
side of my hand so I could see the road. I probably shouldn’t have been driving
but I could not face being next to the people on the bus.
“Hi honey
good shift?” Emmet shouted as I twisted the key in the lock and stepped into my
hall way at about eight fifteen. I hadn’t told him yet. I had tried on a good
few occasions from work to pick up the phone to tell him the news but how? He
loved Mi too. It had to be face to face.
“No…” I
sniffed more tears surfacing and falling over my cheeks as I stood in the hall
way of the kitchen looking over him
directing Mi’s spoon full of cereal towards her mouth so he couldn’t get wheat
a bix down over herself.” No not really I squeaked.”
“Hay, hay,
what’s happened honey?” Emmet asked placing the spoon back into Mia’s bowl and
walking over to me embracing me into his arms.
“It’s so
awful Emmet.” I moaned pressing myself into his chest still not allowing myself
to properly cry. “It’s Mi at work she said she somehow found a blade. Looked
like it was from a pencil sharpener. She took a bath and cut her wrist. Manged
to het the Ulnar arteries. Did a pretty good job on her leg to might of hit the
femoral artery too. She bled out and went under. When I found her she wasn’t breathing.
I took her out the bath did CPR but it doesn’t look good.”
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