She might not make it (Emmets side)

She might not make it


Mi observed the clinic room with suspicion. By necessity for the equip ment and stuff that was used in it.,this room was the only one in apple gate house that was not disguised as anything other then a hospital and Mi seemed to find this unnerving, until she retched into her hand again that was and the shutters came back up over her eyes.

“There you go.” I said handing Mi one of the cardboard vomit dishes that where found on nearly every surface of a general hospital. Mi retched violently into the bowl taking deep gulping breaths between each one that caused her tee shirt to suck in between the gaps in her ribs. This in turn made me feel kind of sick so I went over to open the window.

“Try and calm your self down Mi. Try and keep it down.” I encouraged after I pulled the window up wide open which was a rare treat when you where in the middle of a heat wave in a hospital where all the other windows opened just a tiny crack at the bottom.

Even with my encouragement the rest of the bit of Mi who was fighting her eating disorder faded and she vomited into the dish that I had given her. Reacting like I always did in this situations I went over perched beside Mi on the doctors bench and pulled her black hair back while trying to ignore the fact I had also managed to pull a fair amount if it out too but failing to hide my grimace any way. It felt like my every move could hurt her in some way.

I watched quietly trying to give as much comfort as possible as Mi retched over and over again her eyes shut tight and her expression one of agony as her body worked to hard to expel the food that It so desperately needed to keep on surviving and at that moment it first dawned on me that Mi might be just to unwell to keep on going That Mi might not survive. That This little Girl of just 15 might die.