Fractured

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Katya looked up as the door to the doctors office opened and in walked her regular general practitioner.

"Katya! Good morning" he grinned, and titled his head a little.

He walked over to his computer which was sat beside all the other little bits of weird and horrific walk-in materials: cotton swabs, popsicle stick- like tongue depressors, and a yellow hazards box slowly filling up with needles.

"Good morning, Doctor Ryan..."

Katya tried her best to put a smile on her face while she fiddled with her hands in her lap. She looked down at her pale and shaking fingers as he reviewed her file.

"Alright, on the agenda today, we have; blood tests, a general check up, and medication results and options."

Katya licked her lip and felt her heart sink, she was riddled with anxiety now - not only did she hate needles - but people touching her in anyway was weirdly uncomfortable, too and finally she didn't want to have to admit she'd stopped taking it months ago and was instead relying (heavily) on other kinds of resources.

After finishing washing up and preparing Katya's forearm with an alcohol soaked cotton swab, he walked over and pulled out a syringe and clipped on the needle head before pulling off the cap and searching for the right artery to puncture.

Katya watched for a moment before feeling all the warmth leave her face and the bile bubbling in her throat. She quickly looked away, wincing as the needle poked through her skin. She tried to focus on breathing as she waited for the blood to be drawn and it felt like forever before the doctor stuck a small circular bandage onto her bruising arm and disposed of the needle head into the small yellow box.

"Now that, that's all done, let's take a look inside that head of yours" he said with a chuckle and picked up the Otoscope. He hemmed and hawed a little while staring through the lens and Katya felt nothing but violated in some weird way... maybe because she didn't know even know what her brain was somedays - she could be pleasant and content one moment or she could be miserable and numb the next. She wondered if there was any physical ailment that could explain this unfortunate affect of her brain trauma, but no one ever really said or told her much.

Katya leaned back on both hands as the doctor finished up the standard check up procedure and then stood in front of her with a clip board.

"Now, how is the medication we prescribed?"

Katya chewed on her lower lip momentarily before nodding a bit too enthusiastically as she stated:

"Wonderful, I feel great!"

She added a toothy smile.

"Hmm, alright - and there's no side affects?"

Katya thought back to sitting on the floor of her closet and recalled covering her ears with her hands as the vision of the headlights of the other car racing towards her and the honk that never ended replayed in her mind again and again and again.

"Nope."

She swallowed the word down hard.

The doctor nodded and put the clipboard down,

"Then I suppose you're free to go - but please, don't hesitate to ask if you need anything or a revaluation. I understand a fracture like this could be detrimental to ones mental health and is no easy feat."

Katya smiled softly as she slid off the cushioned table and nodded.

It wasn't the fractured pieces in her head that were slowly killing her: it was the fractured pieces of her heart after losing Trixie.

{ A/N: Hi I know it's late but here y'all go, as always feedback and ideas you'd like to see for the future of this book are/is always appreciated <3 - Lex }