Esmee POV, His call for her (Mi's side)

His call for her

Esmee

With a shaking had I pushed the needle into Arbela’s left bottom cheek before hoisting her underwear and jogging bottoms back up to try and protect what ever was left of her modesty even though by this time it seemed that this was the least of her problems as she was now being restrained face down against the harsh floor by no fewer then 8 members of staff and that didn’t include Emmet and Ava who where trying with out much success to splint the open lower leg fracture that had happened when she had dived down the stair case.

As what was normal the sedative took effect quickly and within five minutes Arabella was nothing more then a completely harmless sleeping fourteen year old girl allowing every one to sit back and breath a sigh of relief that somehow the situation hadn’t turned out much more worse then it all ready was.

“Esmee who’s with Mi?” Emmet asked something sparking in him as he now managed to apply the splint to the broken leg with out any difficulty at all to the now completly still Arabella and then suddenly I remembered, everything coming back to me what had happened before Arabella had decided to throw her self down the stairs. An icy fear froze me to the spot for a few seconds, in my haste to try and stop Arabella from bounding her self down the stairs I had reacted with Emmet and bounded after her leaving Mi alone in the corridor. Of course this wouldn’t have been such a bad thing if she hadn’t happened to be on red level observations and the last time I failed in my duty to observer her properly she had almost succeeded in ending her own life

I did not bother to waist time responding to Emmet verbally before I jumped to my feet and took off back up the stairs two at a time in a sprint hoping that she would still be there sat where I left her waiting for me to return but as I new it would be she was now nowhere to be seen making the nauseating panic and dread fill me up from the inside as the tears spiked annoyingly at the back of my eyes. What had she done this time? What if this time I was really to late to save and due to my negligence I lost another patient but not only that I lost my sister as well; my very hurt very fragile sister I had sworn to protect.

“Esmee!” I heard Conner yell despretly knocking me back to the real world as I felt him ran up behind me panting; this couldn’t be a good sign especially as this rather dramatic approach belonged to the normally rather cool and collected Connor who would also normally rather share a bath tub with a thousand poisonous spiders then ask a member of staff for help.

“Conner, honey, what the hells that matter?” I asked as I turned around and saw not only was the very calm and collected Connor now very red faced and shaking his checks where soaking wet from tears that continued to fall out of his panicked eyes and Conner never ever cried.

“Where the fuck where all of you!” He demanded stamping his foot down hard on the floor while pulling at his damp dark brown hair. “I was running around everywhere but you where either all dealing with the stair jumper or on red observations with someone and not budging!” He cried loudly.

“It’s all right my love I’m here now, what’s the matter?” I asked gently reaching forward and rubbing him on the shoulder.

“It’s Mi, she’s in her room under the bed and she’s just screaming and counting really loudly which is bad enough but she has smashed the light bulb in her bed side lamp as well and she has taken the glass under there with her and she won’t talk to me! Esmee you have to help her! You have to help her!”