(Esmee) Doesn't get to leave like that. (Mi's side)

Doesn’t get to leave like that.
“That’s kind of inappropriate right now Mark my love.” I shouted back through the door in time with my compressions on Mi’s chest. The good news was there was no longer any cracking of ribs as I pumped the bad news was the reason for this Was because I had probably broken them all.

Mark was inappropriate at all situations. Though it wasn’t Marks fault. He generally had no idea most of the time that what he was inappropriate. His reactions where nearly always based on fact or the excitement of a situation. However all you had to do to mark was tell him what he said wasn’t right and he would apologize. Unfortunately outside the walls of a forgiving and understanding environment he normally just got his ass kicked for doing it.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t meant to be inappropriate.” Mark said sounding generally upset with his self. “I hope Mi gets better.”

“No problem honey.” I said breathlessly

“Let me take over sausage your getting tired.” Jean said gently while she seamlessly moved my hands out of the way and started pumping hard On MI’s chest. It almost looked abusive with the force she pressed down with. The way Mi’s head and shoulders rattled up and down with every compression as water leaked out through her mouth and nose with the pressure on her lungs.
“Mi! Mia! Mia! No! Mia please no!” Summer shrieked as she crawled under Laurens defence at the door and came running over to Mi’s side on the floor taking hold of one of her limp hands in hers. Her tears falling faster then she could control.

“She is going to be OK right Esmee!” Summer said focousing her attention on my face with such an intensity I had to move my eyes away I couldn’t give her the answer she wanted me to say. I wanted her to be OK to but there was a god chance she wouldn’t. There was a good chance Mi would never wake up again and even if she did there was a good chance that the things that made Mi, Mi would no longer be there. Any time with out oxygen to the brain could result in permanent brain damage. Even if by some miracle all the pumping on the chest and breathing for her worked the chances where she would spend the rest of her life weal chare bound or bed bound in a hospital somewhere. Even if we saved her there was a good chance of losing her.

“Esmee!” Summer barked in a pleading voice “Esmee look at me please!” Summer begged as she sat crouched on the floor holding onto Mi’s body with trembling hands. Her face broken apart and red from the tears that she did not try to hide.

“Summer you can’t be in here OK.” I said gently before bending over Mi’s mouth and gibing her another two breaths while Jean kept on at her chest.

“I’m not leaving her!” Summer wailed there isn’t enough of you hear and she is still bleeding as well.” Summer stuttered pulling the towel over from across the bathroom floor and wrapping it around Mi’s wrist holing her arm into the air.

“You see I can help! I am not going to just stand out there and watch her go. I won’t just let her die. She doesn’t get to kill her self Esmee! She just doesn’t get to leave like that.” Summer shouted looking at Mi's broken face and rocking back and forth as she kept the pressure on her wrists.
"She just doesn't get to leave me like that."