(Esmee) game over (mis side)

Game over.

I did not take the ambulance long to arrive and the only way they could of looked more conspicuous as they being lead through the train station by a guard was if they stopped and did a hero pose while people blew fog into the faces. I shrank back into my self hoping that I may have been able to turn into the invisible woman.

“Hello my love have we had a fall?” One of the paramedics hollered as soon as he reached me almost blowing my head off of my shoulder with how load he spoke and this for a moment made Emmet chuckle to him self and my whole body lit up as I saw it, like someone had come and started to gently warm me up and for a few seconds I could laugh to as I remembered the same inside joke Emmet had.

The joke of course was that the extra loud voice that the older greying paramedic had just used was what we used to call the cures of the A&E team.

You could go to work in the morning as quiet as a mouse and time you got home in the evening it was guaranteed that you will be taking a good few decibels louder then what was needed, and this is due to the fact that at any given time A&E could be filled with over 90% older people, older people that where heard of hearing, older people that where heard of hearing and had a hearing aid but refused to wear the damn thing so the only way to communicate was by shouting and a series of ill though out inappropriate hand gestures. According to Emmet there is certain etiquette for miming vomiting and diarrhoea.

“Did you take a tumble my love?” The paramedic shouted again this time louder and accompanied my a little mime that would have made him a champion at charades.

“My hearings impeccable. For once there is no need to shout and, and no I didn’t fall, I am completely fine now.” I grumbled rolling my eyes as the paramedic basically ignored what I was saying and pressed his two fingers to the back of my wrist before writing 128 on the back of his glove.

“Your pulse it hammering away, what’s your name my love?” The paramedic asked again,

“Esmee and I told you I’m fine I just need to go home and calm down.” I grumbled even though the other paramedic had all ready got an oxygen monitor out of his bag and was busy attaching it to my finger and the same time as trying to do my blood pressure.

“She fainted, come round a few minutes later after the sternum rub, she has been fully aware ever since but her pulse is still a little high.” Emmet chirped brushing away my view of the situation while sounding more like a doctor then my husband and something inside me tensed again, that was why he was still there, because he was a nurse and he felt like he had to be; not because he loved me.

“Oxygen is between 96 and 97.” The paramedic with the oxygen monitor said before turning his attention to my blood pressure.

“Now that’s just impossible I was hyperventilating a few minuets ago and that is why I passed out. There is no way it can be that low” why was I arguing with a machine?

“Why where you hyperventilating?”

“Panic attacks, I have always had then and that guy there who has given you the low down is not just a nurse he is my husband and knows that!” I snapped

“Well if he is a nurse maybe you should trust his opinions more, after all have you been to uni and done all the training?”

“Yes.” probably more then this paramedic had

“What?”

“I’m also a nurse, and we both specialize in psychiatry so in reality none of us really know what we are doing… and I do not need oxygen!” I snapped turning my head away as the paramedic tried to attach a mask over my face as I ranted at him.

“Well as you have just said you don’t know what you are doing maybe you should let me decide that.” The paramedic smiled before attaching the mask over my face as I rolled my eyes at him while supporting a pout my two year old would have been proud of.

“Well my dear, I think you are going to be just fine but I would like to take you to the hospital and get you checked out by a doctor if that is ok. I am a little bit worried about these burns on your arms as well to be honest.” My insides went cold:
“Why, they are only just second degree burns, they will heal soon enough.” I stammered the fight suddenly falling out of me as the nausea settled somewhere high in the back of my throat. How had Emmet not put my sleeve down when I had been out? Why hadn’t he directed them towards my other arm where the non self inflicted cut was? There would have been a time when he would have. There would have been a time when I wouldn’t have been propped up against the railing when he stood over me, but in his warm arms cradled into him. There would have been a time when he told me that it was all going to be OK and not talked like he had just found me passing over the bridge before I passed out. There was a time when he loved me.

“I’m not to worried about the burns them self Esmee, more the fact of how they got there. I can tell by all these scars that you are no stranger to self harm my love.”

Game over.