It wasn't the first time that Artemis had gotten away with robbing a bank of massive amounts of money, but he still felt the same guilt. It ate away at him slowly, but he had learned long ago that to put logic over emotion was the best choice. His father had once been as he was now, a criminal and a liar. Both of them were brilliant, only a fool would doubt it, but they had a great deal of immorality. Artemis listened carefully to something above his study ceiling. It was a peculiar sound, almost like somebody coughing up fluids. He let his curiosity get the better of him and strode upstairs to the room above the study. Fowl manner had five bathrooms, all of which were not shared with anybody else. Juliet had her own right above the study. Artemis gently knocked on the door. There was no answer, and the door was locked. Artemis Fowl II could only assume that the person inside was unconscious after ten minutes of waiting and knocking. He called for Butler, who knocked the door in with his shoulder. On the floor lay a pale and unmoving Juliet. Butlers' normal calm broke for a few seconds as he took in the scene. Blood, and much of it, was in the toilet bowl. He immediately called 911 and waited with Artemis for an ambulance.
Juliet's first perception of the world was a steady beeping that was washed out by voices. The words, at first, were incoherent. She remembered swirls hypnotizing her. The red spirals that laced the usual food pieces. She then identified the two voices. Dr. Blake and Butler. "She's stable now, but we really must keep her for at least 24 hours, to ensure that this is not something that's been going on for long." Dr. Blake told a restless Butler. It is not easy to give such news to a 300 pound bodyguard, but Dr. Blake was not hesitant to give facts. Butler was in shock; his sister had seemed normal. She was losing weight, but not at an alarming rate. Butler could only look upon his sister now. She was, for her age, looking pretty bad. Her skin was pale and starting to scale, and looking at the space beneath her bloodshot eyes, Butler noticed that there was a yellow tinge. Her hair had once been shiny and strong, but was slowly starting to grow frizzy. A moan passed her chapped lips and formed one word, "D-Dom…" "I'm here now. How are you feeling?" Butler gripped her hand tightly. "I'm kinda out of it. What happened?" she asked. "We found you-Artemis and I-on the bathroom floor with vomit and blood near you. Care to explain?" Butler asked, ready for answers. Juliet looked away and didn't say a word. "You're something else! I'm worried about you, the doctor wants to know what's going on, and you're acting like a five year old!" Butler snapped after trying to get her to talk for five minutes. "No, I'm not. Just leave me alone. Why do you care? Since when have you cared?" Juliet snapped. "Since I was your brother!" Butler retaliated. A silence swept over the room. Light and precise footsteps entered the room and a chair was pulled close to Juliet's bed. She opened her bloodshot eyes and stared into glacier blue eyes. "Juliet, rather than pleading with you, I will give you some facts. I find it highly unusual that a supposedly healthy 18 year old girl would vomit blood and lose consciousness. I also have observed some of your recent behaviors…like not eating in front of others. The truth is that I am beginning to suspect bulimia, which does involve self-induced vomiting, which can lead to tears in the esophagus. This causes bleeding, which, if heavy enough, can render one unconscious. I believe that the more you do this, the more hospital visits you will earn. However, if you are unwilling to admit to what you've been doing, a thorough medical examination will prove that you have been abusing your body; the body tells the truth while the mind creates lies. I have ordered some testing." Juliet was at a loss for words. Normally, she could manipulate people using emotions, but Artemis was at a higher level of functioning than any adult she had seen. She nodded her head silently and closed her thin lids, falling into a nightmarish series of red swirls.
