(Esmee) Esmee are you safe (Mi's side)

Esmee are you safe?

Unable to stand back and listen to me cry any longer Emmet come into the room and I got to my feet to walk the distance between him and my self; the distance to his embrace.

“It’s all right honey, it’s OK, I’m never going to let you go.” Emmet whispered as he clutched me into his chest with all the effort he could muster up. “I am going to look after you OK just like I did before, I’m going to make it better, I’m going to make the pain go away Esmee.”

“I’m scared.” I said my voice shuddering behind the tears, “Emmet, I’m scared.”

“What of, what’s scaring you so much baby?”

“I can’t stop crying. I squeaked holding my breath against the sobs that tried to brake though my week barrier of protection. “It’s so stupid.”

“They aren’t stupid, I promise you that and they will stop in there own time, it’s OK to cry you know that, you taught me that the first time I meant you on the street, you where dying because you couldn’t cry and I would much rather have this, I much rather you where crying and still here with me than far away.” Emmet said gently bowing his head down to mine and kissing the top of my head gently with his soft warm lips that felt so get when they where touching me.

“Esmee, I am going to write you a prescription for Venlafaxine Ok, looking back over you notes it seams that these where the most helpful for you, I am going to start you off on 75mg a day and see how you get on, is this OK?” I wanted to say no, I wanted to tell him that anti-dispersants where for the old Esmee and that there was no need for them any more but that argument would have been stupid considering the currant unnecessary tears that where rolling down over my face so I just nodded and excepted that tried to swallow the fact that every morning would now consist of Coffee, toast and medication.

“I have to ask you one more thing Esmee before I let you leave or I wouldn’t be doing my job, Esmee are you safe?”