scary (open)

[weaslebee2]

Emily ran a hand through her hair, she was on her typical route to work. Her head pounded uncomfortably, and she had been unable to shed the sensation of dizziness that lingered over her almost incessantly. She found herself having to stop and lean against a wall of a building, breathing a bit more heavily than she normally did. Yes, she had done her morning exercise, gotten up at four to go on a two hour run, and then did crunches and push-ups in her room, but she had forgone her typical breakfast of celery and half a tablespoon of peanut-butter. Perhaps this was why her dizziness had come on a bit earlier than usual. Before she even knew what was happening, Emily collapsed and all was dark.

*some time later*

It was the beeping noise that roused her, and the headache that lingered, the sound of each beep making a sharp pang go through her head. Emily became aware of something clamped on her finger, and something coming out of the vein atop her wrist. She thought a moment, what in the name of hell was going on? She tried to sit up, but found it too painful for her head and was forced to lay back down. She seized the clamp around her finger and yanked it off, and tore out the needle, which made her gasp in pain as blood began to ooze from it.

Suddenly, the steady beeping was replaced with a shrill note being held without ceasing. Emily clapped her hands to her ears but it did not block out the sound that echoed within her head, intensifying the pain. The door burst open and in ran a woman, her brown hair tied back and she was dressed in a pale pink matching shirt and pants set. "What do you think you're doing?" she gasped, nearly running over to the bed. Emily did not pay attention, she forced herself out of the bed in spite of a renewed wave of agony. "My wand," Emily gasped. "What have you done with it?"

"Miss, just calm down," said the woman, taking a few steps forward. Emily took a few back, although there was nowhere for her to run. "What have you done with my wand?" Emily repeated, sense of urgency in her tone. The woman did not respond, but pressed a button on the wall. After a minute at most two men dressed in clothing like the woman only in a shade of pale blue-green came in, and physically forced her onto the bed, in spite of how hard she tried to fight them. "Can you tell me who the Prime Minister is?" asked the woman once Emily had finally submitted. "The what now?" Emily said, bringing her fingers to her temples.

"The Prime Minister," the woman repeated. It was then Emily finally made the connection, this odd place was a muggle hospital. One of the men replaced the clamp on her finger, while the other stuck the needle back in, causing her to yelp in pain. "What the hell-" Emily began, but was cut off by the woman. "Do you know?" she asked. "No, why would I know?" Emily said, she never kept track of the muggle minister. The woman looked as if she wasn't sure what to do. As if by luck, the door to the room swung open, and in walked a familiar face.

[broadway]

"Enough!" Raychel replied sternly, quieting the room with a wave of her hand. The woman's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice clipped off harshly. Raychel ignored her tone, turning to look at the nurse. "I am a nurse, now move." she replied, her voice cold. The men looked at each other then hurried frm the room. The woman, obviously terrified, scurried behind them. Raychel approached Emily, slowly but determined. "Sit." she replied, her voice gentle but commanding.

[weaslebee2]

A wave of mixed feelings washed over Emily, but she wasn't sure which emotion would be more appropriate to act on. On one hand, she was immensely relieved to see Raychel and knew that she would be able to get her out of this muggle dump somehow; conversely this was the last person that she wanted to see. The one that probably knew the most about her destructive habits, other than Blaize. But they were working on it together. Somewhat. Emily grudgingly sat back down, she wanted her wand.

[broadway]

Raychel smiled gently, positioning herself next to her on the bed. "Thank you. This makes things easier." she replied. She looked Emily up and down. She had lost at least 10 more pounds since she had last seen her. And what the hell had she done to her hair? The long beautiful brown locks were gone, replaced by her short, spikey black bob. Not that it wasn't nice just... different. "Before I get your wand, you need to tell me something. Why aren't you eating? And don't lie about it, I can smell your blood. It's empty." she replied sternly, looking Emily dead in the eyes.

[weaslebee2]

"I don't-" Emily began, but then cut herself off, knowing that was a rather blatant lie. She had been about to insist that she didn't want to, but the truth was food tempted her every second of the day, she was starving, and she knew this, but simply could not bring herself to eat. The last substantial thing she had eaten was the salami sandwich that Blaize had forced down her. And she had thrown that up because her stomach was so unaccustomed to food like that. Emily turned her head away, something about looking Raychel in the eyes was dreadfully intimidating. "Control," Emily finally whispered.

[broadway]

"Control is a fickle friend. Chaos is alright sometimes. But don't make either your life." Raychel replied. She pulled Emily into a gentle hug, one of the softest she had ever given someone. She barelytouched her. "Baby steps Em. Baby steps." she whispered kindly. She released her friend and stood up, tossing her clothes to her. "Get dressed, I'll get your wand. Then we're getting you some nutrition when we leave. Enough to sustain you." Raychel replied, turning to face the door so Emily could changed in peace.

[weaslebee2]

Emily slipped into the clothes that she had been wearing, nothing but her humble maid's uniform consisting of a simple, knee-length black skirt and a cream blouse, her name tag pinned above her right breast. After pulling on her black stockings and her green Converse, Emily was good to go. Well, sort of. She rubbed her upper left arm with her right hand, she was freezing. She felt defeated, now there were two people that were forcing her to eat, making her lose her control over the few things that were in her power...

[broadway]

By Emily's bodily functions, Raychel could tell she was exhausted with malnutrition... But there was something else there. Something that felt... Tired. Mentally tired, as well as physically tired. Raychel didn't have much time to think it over before she clasped Emily's hand gently in her own and concealed the both of them in the shadows. She handed Emily back her wand. "On your toes. You'll stay hidden as long as you are within three feet of me. Stay close to the wall."

[weaslebee2]

Emily raised her eyebrows, Raychel was of age, couldn't they just apparate out? Whatever, if it made her feel more special this way... Emily did as told, her head pounding, which made her have to clench her teeth tightly to stop from making a noise of complaint. Something told her that she should remain quiet. Under normal circumstances, Emily might have thought this was cool, but right now she was only following grudgingly, Raychel was her only way out at this point.

[broadway]

It didn't take a genius to figure out what Em was thinking. Raychel didn't believe that Emily would be up for Apparation physically. Plus, this was the easiest way not to raise suspicion to magic. Raychel peered out of the open door, finding the hallway. "C'mon." she whispered and they began making their way through the labyrinth of halls. Luckily, Raychel remembered the way she came.

[weaslebee2]

Emily felt dizzy again, which was not helping her headache in the slightest. All she wanted was to go home and go to bed, maybe a painkiller or two, and to be left alone for a few hours, was that too much to ask for? Apparently it was, because those things never seemed to go smoothly for her. Emily was thankful for her thinness as she maneuvered around people and beds and chairs, otherwise she would have attracted some very unwanted attention.