Let me look after you (Emmets side)

One of those chapters i am really not sure about. I hope it is OK Opinuions would be great. Should it stay or should it go?

Let me look after you
Gently with out disturbing her I moved Esmee over to the bed and sat down with her still bundled tight into my arms and let her cry. It hurt me to here her pain. I didn’t like hearing her cry and I wished I could stop her but she needed this time to feel it, tears where not terrible. They could sooth and they would I just needed to be there so she could feel safe doing it like I had been many times before. Like I would be in the future. She would do the same for me.

After twenty minutes Esmee’s body fell still and her crying turned to light breathing.
“I love you.” I whispered
“I love you too.” She responded quietly shivering slightly even though the house was warm with the summer sun. Alarm bells sounded in my head and I reacted in a way that I new would make her laugh.

“Are you cold?” I questioned unwrapping my self from around her and pressing my two fingers to the back of her wrist my other hand pressing against her fore head.

Esmee’s laughter was beautiful and for the first time that night I started to feel a glimmer of better things inside of me as she rolled her eyes looking up into my face her laughter shining from her face.

“I’m not going into shook Emmet, I bet my pulse is slightly elevated but there are a million and one reasons for that right now.”

“I’m the nurse here. I will do what ever checks I feel is should do.” I grumbled

“The last time I looked I am a nurse too and a damn good one you keep telling me.” Esmee argued

“Your so ruddy stubborn!” I growled playfully.

“And your to overprotective.” Esmee counteracted getting up unsteadily from the bed and pulling her dressing gown on that hung from a hock on the back of the bedroom door.

“Are you sure your feeling OK? I asked sceptically scowling at her which did nothing but make her roll her eyes again.

“I am not cold Emmet. I was just feel a bit too exposed.” Esmee reassured me tying the cord around the middle. “ besides I have to go and sort out my…” Esmee said quietly before trailing off and losing the words that she couldn‘t bring her self to say. “Well you know.”

“I can do that Esmee.” I said getting to my feet after her but she stopped me.

“Emmet it’s fine o can do it. My mess, my problem.” Esmee moaned dully looking at the floor as her eyed filled with the bitter tears again and all signs of her magical laughter vanished off of her face making everything seem gray again.

I tried to reason with my self for her reasoning at wanting to sort out her own wounds but my heart could not help but feeling rejected again. If my love hurt and I as banned from the nurse side of things to I had no connection to her at all and like grains of sand through a fist I wouldn’t be able to hold onto her no matter how hard I tried.

“Please!” I begged selfishly unable to stop the words spilling from my lips before I turned away in disgust with self pulling at my short hair while breathing deeply.

“Emmet? What is it?” Esmee questioned timidly from the door way.

“Please!” I shouted again before I could stop my self the tears in my throat making my voice crack like I was some how going through puberty again. “ Please let me sort out you leg.” I begged ashamed with my self. “ Please, Please let me look after you, just… please.”