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Post by Emmett Briggs on Jan 20, 2008 6:12:27 GMT -5
Mr. and Mrs. Briggs sat out on the armless square stool like chairs, padded with blue, the rims finished wood. Mrs.Briggs sat between Caylee and her husband, both sitting closely against her. She wouldn't let it be any other way. Emmett had been at the hospital for a little over one hour now, his parents not getting there too long ago. Accourding to their last update, Emmett was awake but he wouldn't slash wasn't talking to them. At least he wasn't being very responsive, and answered very few of their questions. The Briggs okayed for a blood test.
Emmett was said to have a fever that built up on his way to the hospital. He was complaining of pain when he woke after fifteen minutes on the third floor in his room. They were unable to figure out exactly where he was having these pains exactly because he didn't seem to really be all there. They had to drug him just for the blood test alone. He'd been fussy and it was hard to get so much as the medical bands around his wrist. So entering under his skin would have been no easy task.
A woman came out and signalled for the family to follow her. She asked them if they'd like to see 'Am-it" and offered to lead them back to his room. There were questions hopefully they could answer.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Jan 20, 2008 6:18:03 GMT -5
Caylee had been holding the sketchbook to her like a baby holds it's bottle. Over the past hour, she had made over eight sketches - all of Emmett.
Guilt and worry flashed through her mind, like it would any normal person. Did she break him when she jumped on him? Was this whole thing too much stress for him to handle? She couldn't handle it.
When the nurse told them to follow them, Caylee was the first one up, the sketchbook held firmly to her chest. She followed the nurse, making their way down the white corridors, and to where Emmett was.
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Jan 20, 2008 6:22:48 GMT -5
The nurse hung his clipboard on the foot of Emmet's bed. She erased some markings that were scripped to the dry erase board on the wall behind her.
"I don't exactly know how aware he is right now, but he's awake at least. I don't know if he just isn't hearing us or where his mind is at all right now." she attempted to explain. Emmett was sitting up in bed, the bottom of his feet together as he sat in the butterfly position. The covers were up to his waist but his were tucked into his lap under the blanket. He was a little hunched over and his head hung with his hair like a mask.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Jan 20, 2008 6:27:15 GMT -5
Caylee started to cry again as soon as she saw Emmett. She broke free of the little group, but wasn't stopped. She raced to the bedside. She didn't care if he wasn't being responsive to them. She was different.
"Emmie," she whispered, lightly touching his shoulder. Her smile shone through her tears. "It's me, May. Hey."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Jan 20, 2008 6:32:25 GMT -5
Victoria Briggs was also in tears. She stood at the foot of her son's bed, her hands on the frame as she watched her two ferlings.
The nurse left them with no other words.
Emmett's head turned toward her slowly, hearing her voice well. He kept his eyes shut and he didn't pick up his head. After a pause he leaned onto her, her body stopping him from falling over as he rested his forehead on her shoulder.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Jan 20, 2008 6:36:20 GMT -5
She sat sideways on the edge of the bed and held him lightly to her, afraid that he might turn to dust if she squeezed him as hard as she wanted to. She let her head fall onto his, her tears running into his hair.
"I was so scared, Emmie... I was so afraid," she whispered to him. "I am scared. I love you so much, alright? You're gonna be okay."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Jan 20, 2008 6:41:55 GMT -5
Their father was close to telling her to get off the bed, but seeing the condition they both were in he wasn't about to break them up.
A doctor trailed in and the two men shook hands. He came between the two and patted Mrs.Briggs' shoulder.
"Good afternoon" he greeted the room with a smile.
"Emmett? Emmett? How are you feeling?" they all watched as the patient stayed lifeless against his sister.
"Alright well, it's funny, we're not very sure what actually caused his little tumble today." he admitted to them shamelessly. "Has he been avoiding liquids lately, or anything like that?" directing the question to the parents who seemed helpless.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Jan 20, 2008 6:45:49 GMT -5
"...He's been drinking just fine," Caylee called from the bed. "... I've been worried about his eating, though. He hasn't been wanting to eat as much as he used to..."
After answering the doctor, Caylee turned her attention back to Emmett. "Em, can you hear me? Nod if you can understand me, Emmie..."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Jan 20, 2008 6:49:56 GMT -5
The doctor tilted his head as he watched Emmett responded with a quick single nod after a moments pause.
"Emmett..." he called to him with a kindergarden teacher tone. "Emmett, I need you to talk to me, Emmett. When did you eat last?" still speaking as if these were a three year old infront of him.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Jan 20, 2008 6:52:17 GMT -5
She repeated the question, thinking that he'd react differently if it was from her. "You don't have to talk, you can whisper it to me. You have to answer it, Em. Just tell me. Whisper it."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Jan 20, 2008 6:57:15 GMT -5
He did as she said, responding in a whisper. After a mess of stutters his answer was simply that he didn't know.
The doctor spoke up and clearly like before as he addressed the room again. "Well it could have easily been something as simple as he just hasn't been eating well. If it's been a while, that's part of it. And if it was long ago and very little then that's definitely related, I'd say."
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Jan 20, 2008 7:01:06 GMT -5
"H-he... he said he doesn't know... the last time that he ate..." she stared at him before burying her face back into his hair. "E-emmett..." she whispered. "How could you not eat? Y-you're so s-skinny already. You were perfect before. You've always been perfect to me-e..."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Jan 20, 2008 8:52:17 GMT -5
"What do you mean?" he eased dropped and addressed Caylee with his question now. She spoke as if there were things maybe she knew the room didn't or something.
"Was Emmett having any problem with low self esteem by any chance?" The whole family looked at at him like hew as crazy for a minute. Well maybe not crazy, outo f the loop of course.
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Post by Caylee Thayer on Jan 20, 2008 10:09:55 GMT -5
She let the parents answer that and continued talking to Emmett so only he could hear. "Are you listening? You're perfect to me. You don't have to change one goddamn thing about you. Not your weight or your fucking... submissiveness. You are.. perfect. In every way possible. In every fucking way."
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Post by Emmett Briggs on Jan 20, 2008 10:22:36 GMT -5
Emmett shook his head slowly. He couldn't speak against her and he rocked with her as he still laid against Caylee.
"Still, I want to be safe and make sure we know exactly how this happened. I think we might need to do a spinal tap." he explained, and Emmett's parents gave him an odd look.
"A crash diet doesn't weakin your bones the way his our now."
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