What lengths to seize controle, (Emmet's side)

What lengths to seize control

I didn’t react right away to Mi hoping that she was going to get back in control of her self like she was trying to do but as the retching got louder and more people began to look I decided it was time to intervene before she vomited into her pasta.

“Come on Mi” I said gently sighing to my self while I squeezed her leg gently under the table to encourage her to move. “Come on honey.”

“Slowly Mi untangled her shaking body from the table and got to her feet still retching red faced and embraced into her un-plastered hand her eyes glinting with tears.

Eager to get her out of the room I grabbed hold of her plaster cast and pulled her towards the door and up the corridor to the clinic room hoping that I would get her into the room and calm her down before she vomited back up her dinner any real food she kept down her would be an achievement.

“Come on in sweet pee.” I said swiping my card key in the door and leading her into the stuffy clinic. “Take a seat up there for me.” I said as sweetly as I could pointing to the doctors bench.
There was not other way to describe Mi other then a walking Sterlington as she took the few steps towards the bench you could see her hips move and the two red sores on the points where her jeans designed for a 11 rubbed against the pointed edges. What had gone so wrong in this girls life that she was starving her self to death to keep in control?