Skyline of concrete dreams- SwanQueen

Chapter 22

She could hear the muffled knocks on the door, she didn't even bother to get up. Maybe they'll go away.

Everything hurts, her head, her body, her heart. Luckily, the physical pain is so distracting, she doesn't even bother to address everything else.

The door clicks open, Emma remains with her eyes closed. She doesn't care anymore.

"Jesus Emma" she hears a gasp and a second later two strong hands grab her armpits and help her to a sitting position. Everything is turning and her stomach flips in her torso. It's a matter of seconds before she leans forward. Her body tries to empty itself but nothing but saliva comes out, she already threw up everything she had. She sits there for what seems like forever, while Ruby supports her and holds her hair away from her face. Her body wrecks in useless waves, everything clenching, and since there's nothing that can come out, she chokes on air. It happens again and again and tears of frustration swell up in her eyes.

Stupid body. She wants to yell at it, I have nothing left. That thought hit her like a train wreck and she lets out a raspy choked sob.

Ruby rubs soothing circles on her lower back and eventually the vomiting, or at least the failure attempts to, subside.

"What happened?" Ruby questions but Emma doesn't have an ounce of energy left in her body. "How much did you drink?" she asks mortified when she picks up a fairly empty bottle of tequila. Of course some of it is spilled all over her floor but a larger quantity ended up in her system.

"You need to drink" Ruby gets up and Emma sways a little from the sudden lack of support. She comes back a second later with a glass of water in hand. "There" she helps Emma sip a hearty dose. Only then Emma understands how dry and itchy her throat was before.

She indulges in the feeling of slight relieve. No for long though; shortly after her second sip her body rejects the water and her stomach pushes everything out. It takes only one push for her to spit out all she drank but her body keeps on wrecking, contracting and choking her. She lies down limp when this round ends and her eyes are half closed.

Luckily Ruby and drinking go hand in hand, she does seem a little stressed but not completely freaked out.

"Okay then, let's try and get you cleaned first" she says gently and only then Emma connects the awful smell with the fact that she is literally lying in her own vomit.

Ruby proves her strength when she lifts her up, all of her weight leaning on the slim waitress. Slowly but safely they progress to the bathroom.

Ruby sit her down on the closed toilet lid and goes for her shirt.

"Mmm" Emma tries to protest

"Shut up, it's just tits, I have them too." Powerless against Ruby and her stubbornness she cooperates with her and in a swift motion her shirt is lifted off her head. "Don't worry, we'll keep your panties on"

She helps Emma up and into the shower. When the ice cold water hit her skin she lets out a high pitched squeak. After she gets used to the temperature of the water, she is grateful. The water wash away the stench, as well as sticky vomit and the cold sweat covering her body.

Ruby takes her out, dries her with a towel and dresses her with a new t-shirt, a product Emma has in dozens. She is still only half responding, exhausted physically and mentally. Her head throbs, her throat screams for water and the rest of her body alternates between numb and sore.

She sits on the couch sipping water in the tiniest sips, as Ruby instructed, staring at nothing. Ruby is in the kitchen, talking to Peter. Drowning in liquor and later in her vomit, Emma totally forgot about her shift. And Ruby is asking Peter's help in finding a replacement for her.