Chapter 137 : who's fault is it?

“Don’t worry, it wasn’t a bad one and it wasn’t Mia’s fault any way.” Jacob muttered while shrugging his shoulders still staring at the article in his games magazine. Apparently 30 hits and tips for Pokémon games were more important than my supposed suicide attempt, though saying that I couldn’t remember taking Morphine, my god had things really got that bad?

“Oh well that’s all right then if it wasn’t a bad overdose,” Emmet snapped sarcastically thunder flashing through his normally calm eyes. “And yes damn right it isn’t Mi’s fault. She is on red observations remember?  Now I know I haven’t worked in a general ward for quite some time but I am sure they don’t just leave Morphine hanging around on the side. So why the hell wasn’t she being watched?” Emmet said raising his voice to an almost shout while flinging his arms in the air. As an instinct I cringed away and tried to cover my head; raised hands generally meant I was going to get smacked.

“It wasn’t any one’s fault but the doctor who prescribed it!” Jacob snapped getting to his feet and squaring up to Emmet, somehow I had managed to get myself in the middle of two raging bulls with no way out. Fear gripped violently at me, tears coming with the nausea that raged inside of my stomach which wasn’t helped by the fact that I was still lying with my feet in the air. “The doctor didn’t allow for Mi’s weight issues!” Jacob bellowed even louder thumping his hand down onto the railings on the side of my bed with a clatter making the whole bed jump.

I would have screamed in the fear that encased me so fully but as always when I thought I was going to get hurt the silence took me as well; I learnt it would pass quicker if I didn’t scream.

“That’s enough.”   Esmee said striding into the situation flashing her eyes sternly at both Jacob and Emmet. “Look at what you are doing, she is terrified,” Esmee hissed again glancing her now fiery eyes in my direction.  “Now Jacob go home, and Emmet go and cool down,” She ordered and they both did what they were told without question.

 “I am sorry about them honey.” Esmee soothed taking my good hand in hers and squeezing it her voice transferring back to the loving caring one I was used to. “None of them would hurt you, and Emmet just got a bit annoyed as he thought you were allowed to harm yourself but his issues weren’t with you.”

“I’m scared, I thought… and the way… with the way… they were so angry.”  I stuttered through my panicked breathing.

 “It’s OK, It’s OK.” Esmee soothed smoothing back my hair off of my face with the other hand. “I know you scared and that’s OK but I’m right here OK, I’m right here and you know I will never let anything hurt you. You have got to believe me on that.”

 I checked her eyes for sincerity and to my surprise, they were.