Protective Love

Chapter 3. Emergency Room

Cuddling in Dean's arms, I felt safe, protected, and happy. Something I did not want to let go. I couldn't sleep, I kept turning and tossing all night until my brother trapped me in a hug, he was still deep in his slumber, I guess his unconscious mind was tired of my movements. Now I am laying still so as to not wake him, staring at the ceiling, remembering the time it all happened. The time I did not feel safe in THAT man's arms. I felt violated, hatred, and worse of all, I could not escape. Shaking my head I whispered, "Come on, Vi! Knock it off! I need to focus on sleeping or I will be cranky and pissy all day and you know where that leads you!" I say to myself. Over the next couple hours I drifted in and out of sleep, but at one point I was so nauseous that I knew I was going to throw up. I tried getting out of Dean's embrace to run to the bathroom, but he was just too damn strong, his arms trapping me, I couldn't take it anymore so I yelled, "DEAN!! DEAN!! GET OFF!!" At that moment I start to dry heave. In a jolt, Dean is out of bed with me still in his arms. One minute my head is pounding, throat closing up, the next minute, I am in the toilet, vomiting not only my chicken soup I had for dinner, but as well as what looked like a pool of red. I don't remember eating anything red yesterday? I throw up a couple more times and then lay my head down on the toilet seat, sweating and hot. Dean, rubbing my back gently, puts my hair into a ponytail and places the back of his hand against my forehead. He mumbles under his breath I don't know if he was attempting to talk to me or more to himself, but at this moment I don't care what he is saying I feel like shit. Dean walks out of the bathroom and after a couple of minutes, he returns with a damp towel that he places on my forehead. He leaned over me to flush the toilet when he saw the red blood.

Dean picks me up, cursing under his breath, he runs to William's room to wake him up. "Hey man wake up! We have to go to the E.R. NOW!! Vi is throwing up her blood!" William jumps up, throws on his tennis shoes and runs down stairs, grabs his car keys and ushers us to get in the car. When I am all buckled up in the back seat, we start driving to the hospital. Dean was sitting next to me, wiping my face with the damp towel. "How are you feeling baby?" I moan and lean my head against his shoulder. "Man, she doesn't look too good!" Dean says, holding my tiny hand in his larger one, touching my forehead to check my temperature. I stay silent, my head is pounding like a ton of bricks fell on it, my stomach is turning in funky ways and I think I have to vomit again. "Dean?" I choke out softly, tugging on his pj's sleeve. "Baby, we're almost there. Hang in there." Dean whispers, shushing me. I don't feel good! I want to shout, but Dean has somehow moved me onto his lap, rocking me to sleep.

I feel somebody picking me up and running. I cling on to that person's shirt tightly, my eyes glued shut from exhaustion and sickness. I hear doors slide open and then William's voice yelling, "HELP! You need to help us miss!" "Oh, my.. Place her in this bed quickly! I will have to call the doctor, she doesn't look too well. Here, I need you to fill out this form while I rush her to the closest room we have available." Says a sweet voice I can only assume is the nurse. I cling on to the shirt tighter, feeling them trying to set me down. I start crying openly, screaming when I feel my body detach from my brother. I refuse to open my eyes, afraid of what I will see. I hate the doctors, all my brother's know this by now. I don't know why they think I will willingly go with a nurse. "Who is her guardian? I need you to come with me, hold her hand so she knows she is safe please. I need her as calm as possible so we can help her more quickly." Says the nurse. I feel William's hand envelope mine, he is whispering to me something like "Calm down now sweety, You're okay. Shhhh, shhhh, I'm here, I'm not leaving your side." He says this over and over, trying to calm my cries as he takes me from Dean's grasp.

William places me on the bed, still holding my hand as we move down a hallway. Then suddenly we stop and as I lay here, small whimpers and hiccups escaping my throat, I hear the woman whispering to William. I am still crying softly when I feel somebody take hold of my body, cradling me like an infant, and sit down on the bed I was just laying on seconds before. I scream even louder, imagining some stranger trying to cuddle with me until I hear William's voice whispering, "Sweetheart! Open your eyes and look at me. I am here, it's only me, your older brother William." I softly peel my eyes open to see William's face softly looking down upon me, tears glistening on his cheeks, a worried look crossing his eyes. He begins to rock me slowly which calms me, reducing me to soft cries and whimpers once again.
"B-b-brother? Why am I here? I-I-I'm ok-kay, righttt?" I start to feel a cold breeze in the room and shivers start wrecking my whole body. "Baby, calm down now. Please! Look at yourself, your shaking! NURSE!!" While he was yelling for the nurse and doctor to come, he grabbed a random blanket from the bed and covered me up. Oh gosh, I feel like a caterpillar! Like I am in a cocoon ready to burst into a beautiful butterfly! Maybe that is what's happening to me right now? I am sick and hiding in my cocoon ready to burst into a healthy, grounded, but happy woman! Well, girl but someday!