w o r r i e s (Emily/Gabriella)

[doodle]

Blaize frowned and then looked up at his sister's face, barely able to make out the finer details of her features because of the film of tears covering his eyes. He wasn't sure that he understood, but at least she had not attempted to kill herself just yet. "Em, I-I," Blaize stammered. "I didn't know, please... Stop doing this to yourself," He could not describe how much Emily cutting herself hurt him, it was painful for him to come to this realization.

[weaslebee2]

"But I've already told you that I can't!" Emily said quite tearfully. At that she put her arms around her brother again and began to cry on his shirt again. She had never felt so unstable in her life, but wasn't sure what to do. Just stay here with Blaize and let out all the tears that she had been keeping in for so long... Emily dug her teeth into her lip further, and in spite of tasting trace amounts of blood in her mouth, did not let up.

[doodle]

Blaize returned the embrace given to him by his sister, all while trying his hardest not to cry. He was the one that had to be strong right now. For Emily. She needed a rock, and right now he was going to have to be that rock for her when there was no one else to do so. Blaize wasn't sure what to say, so he remained quiet, just being there for his sister, staying absolutely quiet.

[weaslebee2]

Emily was grateful for Blaize being there, he was the person that she had been looking for all along, the one that was going to pull her out of this mess. Why hadn't she looked closer? Emily took a few minutes to regulate herself, listening only to the sounds of Blaize breathing and the infomercial playing in the background as they had failed to turn off the television. She was so tired of what she was doing, but couldn't escape the terrible, vicious circle.

[doodle]

Blaize was growing more and more confused, what was he supposed to do? There wasn't a doubt in his mind that now what Emily was doing was going to end up killing her. He made a decision that instant that once Emily was sleeping he was going to write in and ask for leave from his job, since it was a small place he was certain that they would be understanding, especially since his boss, Mr. Scrivenshaft, was very family-oriented.

[weaslebee2]

Emily pulled away from her brother after a few minutes, and wiped her eyes with her corpse-like hands. Her head pounded painfully, she also was not sure what to do, her life had gone beyond her control through the habits that she had taken up to give herself the reins. She sat back against the couch, looking at the television without really watching what was on it, her vision was still too blurred by a thin film of tears to see clearly anyways.

[doodle]

Blaize found a comfortable position beside his sister, also allowing his eyes to travel toward the television, now showing some obviously old sitcom judging by the wardrobe of the cast, probably from the 80s. He ran a hand through his hair, glad that Emily was not making some desperate attempt to escape the room. Blaize bit his lip lightly, what were they going to do now?

[weaslebee2]

Emily forcefully bit her lip, her stomach was churning quite uncomfortably, without even having thought about it, she was faced with the threat of vomiting. She supposed this was because she had gone so long without eating much of anything that her stomach wasn't quite sure how to react. While her brain was screaming at her to make a run to the nearest place where she could safely throw up, but a tiny part of her soul whispered to her to stay on the couch, and try as hard as she could to keep the sandwich down.

[doodle]

The laugh track on the sitcom went off for about the fifty-billionth time, at something that wasn't even funny. Blaize supposed this was what happened when you got to really late night television, but only a small portion of his mind was thinking about this, the rest of it was still trying to absorb the fact that Emily really was inflicting injury on herself. Blaize began to think that this might be out of his hands, he was just her brother, not a professional. He looked over at Emily, she appeared as if she might be sick, maybe the sandwich was a bit too much to start with.

[weaslebee2]

"I don't think..." Emily began, but found herself unable to complete the sentence. She had to then resort to keep her mouth firmly shut, she had not felt like this in a very long time, not since she had come down with the flu a couple months ago. But she knew that she was beyond the help of magic just then. If it was going to happen, it was going to happen, regardless of what she or Blaize did.

[doodle]

Blaize raised his eyebrows as Emily began to speak, but found himself concerned as she did not finish the sentence, but instead clamped her mouth tightly shut. He hoped that she wouldn't get sick on him, she desperately needed the nourishment that might be taken for granted by some other non-anorexic person. Blaize could never before recall being frightened by his sister, but right now Emily truly was scaring him.

[weaslebee2]

The second Emily knew that she was going to vomit was a second too late. At least she was able to turn away in time so she wouldn't be sick on Blaize, but that still didn't help that her now regurgitated salami sandwich was all over the floor. She groaned, her stomach was still upset with her, but she was confident she had gotten everything up in one go, so hopefully she wouldn't have to do so again. Without second thought, she assumed the fetal position, taking up only one couch cushion.

[doodle]

Blaize sighed quietly to himself, yes, that was probably a bit too much to begin with. He pulled out his wand, looked around quickly, and then cleaned up after Emily with a quick spell. He then sat down beside her and slowly ran a hand up and down her back, frowning. "I'm so sorry Em," said Blaize. "I-I should've know better," He made a mental note that he was not going to force Emily to eat anything else that evening, they would try with something easier on the stomach the next day.

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Emily didn't say anything in response, but was glad that he was owning up to his mistake and not blaming it on her instead when it would have been so easy to. She was not angry with him, her feelings were... Hard to explain. When were they not? Emily wanted to cry again, she was unsure of why everything had to be so hard for her, couldn't anything be simple? Apparently not.

[doodle]

"Perhaps you ought to get some rest," said Blaize after a long moment, he did feel bad about what he had done, he really should have known better. Perhaps tomorrow he would go with something simpler, like rice or chicken soup. this whole process was starting to look even more complicated than it was to begin with. Blaize helped Emily off the couch, he would carry her up the stairs if need be, but he was certain that her stubborn mindset would insist on getting herself to her room without his help.