more bowls and clean sheets (Mi's side)

More bowls and clean sheets
“Yes and I am napoleon! But that makes no difference to my argument!” I laughed

“Mi I am being serious. I found out a little while ago when you where still unconscious. I really am your sister. Well at least I am 99 present sure that I am.” I was about to laugh out loud again at the total lunacy of the comment but Esmee was wearing her serious face which made my smile stop too; the colour draining from my face; the nausea rolling in my stomach.

“You’re not my sister Esmee,” I whispered.

“I was adopted when I was a little baby and given a different first and last name. My adoption file confirms that my mother and your mother have the same name, the same date of birth and the same place of birth. The names of my mother’s parents are also the same as your mother’s parent’s names as well, not to mention that they both have the same physical appearance.”

I tried to find the glint of hummer on Esmee’s face that I was so desperate to find, but no matter how hard I looked there was nothing there that suggested she was having some kind of sick joke with me.

Retching as the nausea increased in my stomach I grabbed a cardboard bowl off of the locker next to the bed and brought up a mixture of green and black bile into the dish unable to comprehend what she was trying to say to me. I only ever had one sister, that was all I ever wanted and now she was gone as well. Arabella was my life; my entire life and I had killed her and she despaired into nothing and I didn’t want Esmee to fade too. She was to amazing to be related to me or my monster of a mother.

“You’re not my sister, you can’t be my sister.” I moaned between retching, rocking and bringing up more black bile into the dish that I barley could hold onto any more as my hands where shaking so much. “You’re not my sister; you’re just not my sister.” I moaned vomiting more thick black bile down over the hospital gown I was wearing and on to the sheets, which unexpectedly caused me to burst back into tears which in turn caused me to bring more bile up over my self.

“All right honey, it’s OK I’m sorry.” Esmee soothed grabbing the last cardboard dish off of the bed side table and holding it up close under my chin just before I vomited again and with the other had she pressed the nurse on call button that was on my pillow.

“I’m sorry, I messed up the bed and the gown” I wept while trying to catch my breath through my painful ribs.

“don’t you worry about that my love it’s OK I will have your sheets changed in no time and your gown, you don’t have to worry about that, that isn’t a problem at all honey.” Esmee soothed gently while rubbing my back in big circles just before the door opened and Jasper summers my ICU nurse came bounding in the door turning on the main strip light.

“More bowls!” Jasper yelled with Jazz hands before jumping around a full 360 and skipping back into the hall way like a four year old child would during a PE lesson.

“Well he’s lively tonight isn’t he?” Esmee commented while still rubbing big circular movements onto my back before in a flash Jasper returned into my room carrying a mountain of bowls while still skipping and supporting a face like he was high on sherbeart.

“New sheets as well!” Jasper announced again like it was one of the most exciting things he ever come across before he dropped the bowls in Esmee’s lap then turned and skipped back out the door again still smiling.

“Esmee you can’t be my sister.” I mumbled again the ideas still flashing through my head, “You can’t be my sister, you just can’t be my bloody sister.” I moaned before vomiting more bile into a new dish that Esmee held up under my chin.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have mentioned it yet, I wasn’t meant to say anything it just kind of slipped out and I am sorry just try and calm your self down, just calm down.”

“Fucking hell Esmee!” I shouted throwing my arms up in the air almost pulling out the drips before I scooted away from her on the bed and wrapped my self up into a ball before rocking back and forth on the balls of my feet trying to get the news out of my head. How could something like that just slip out? How could she think I could just calm down?