His Only Savior | #Wattys2019

~7~

"Emily," my eyes started to peer open but fell closed quickly, "Em, look at me. God damnit Em, open your eyes for me." Becca's voice rang in my ears, but I still couldn't find the energy to pry open my lids. "Isaac grab the trash can," a bustling of movement broke the once peaceful silence I had been slipping into.

"Becca take this," a set of warm hands slid under me until I was nestled into his chest. Unable to open my eyes, it all felt dream like.

"Isaac," I mumbled.

"It's okay, I've got you. I'm right here, Em," he whispered gently. "I'm so sorry," his voice cracked.

"Emily, we're going to need you to throw up." Shaking my head in refusal I buried myself deeper into Isaac. "I need you to get her over the can." He did as she asked, having me lean over his arm. "You're not going to like this Em," Becca stated firmly as she held my head in her palms. I finally managed to open my eyes as Becca forced her fingers into my mouth, activating my gag reflux. My body tensed as the brown liquid I had consumed throughout the day expelled itself from my stomach. Becca repeated the action, forcing me to respond one more time until my stomach felt lite as a feather.

"Thanks," forcing a smile as I spat out the contents I had gathered in my mouth. Isaac sat me up all the way and pressed me into his chest. Stroking my hair to sooth my quivering body. I hadn't consumed a single bite of food all day, so I suddenly felt very weak.

"Becca, she's going to need a shower. She has puke all in her hair." If I didn't feel so sick, I would have felt embarrassed but in that moment all I wanted to do was remain in his arms for the rest of my life.

"Her sheets need to be washed too," she groaned. "Emily why would you do this to yourself?"

Tears streamed my cheeks as I gripped the fabric of his shirt, "I don't know. I just. I-I love you Isaac." I hadn't meant to form the words out loud, but I couldn't hide the truth any longer, I needed him to know. "I always have but I suppose that will never be enough. Will it?" Reaching for Becca I mustered the strength to stand, "Can I go shower now?"

"Of course," she forced a smile as she took my hand to steady me. Isaac stood to help but I held up my hand pleading for him to just leave me be. Becca striped me down and helped me into the shower, nothing but concern in her eyes.

"Em, are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine."

"As soon as the rally got over Isaac and I headed over, I shouldn't have waited. I feel horrible," she bit back her own tears.

"This isn't your fault, it's mine," I forced a smile.

"I know it's not mine, it's his."

"This isn't his fault either, I was stupid and got my hopes up when there was no reason to," I forced a smile. "I love you Bec."

"I love you too Em. I have to go wash your sheets, will you be okay?" I nodded in response. "Okay, well I'll shut the curtain and ask Isaac to at least sit in here just in case."

"No, I'll be fine," I lied. I felt like the room was spinning and really didn't want to keep my eyes open any longer. She rolled her eyes before leaving the bathroom, a few hushed words were shared before Isaac made his way into the room.

"Emily?"

"Hmm?"

"Um," he stuttered, "did you get your hair washed?"