Psych Ward

Chapter 10

Joon leaned over, "What happens if she wakes up as Teenie or Krissy? Krissy wouldn't be so bad, but lord knows what she'd do if she woke up beside him in his bed. Teenie might freak out and regress."

"Why don't we just all sleep out here? We've spent plenty of nights crashed out on this couch." Jin had no better idea than to wait until she fell asleep and carry her back downstairs. But if she wakes up in her room, that could upset her, and they'd be up here. They wouldn't know until she told them unless she snuck back up.

Jin was freaking the fuck out, hardcore. He had no idea what to do. Does he let her stay the night here and risk one of the others waking up instead, or does he take her back to her room and risk Ris waking up and being upset? There's no correct answer here; he's the oldest, the head of the hospital, and he should have the answers.

Before the movie finished, Ris was fast asleep on his chest, her arms wrapped tightly around him. "I can't take her back; I know I should, and I'm sorry, but I can't."

Yoongi grinned at Jin and winked, "It looks like we are having a sleepover in the living room. Everyone, go get your blankets and pillows." Everyone but Jin took off to their room. Twenty minutes later, they were all back and showered, carrying their stuff. "Hyungie, I'll take her. Go shower."

So that's what Jin did; he showered and went back. Yoongi was already asleep, with Ris curled up in his arms. The rest were watching TV. It was a little early for them to sleep, but Yoongi was a grandpa who didn't get his nap that day, so no one was surprised that he had already passed out.

Jin pouted a bit, and Joon laughed, "I have a feeling this isn't going to be the last time she spends the night."

"I guess," he was still pouting, but he could do nothing about it.

Teenie tried to move, but their hands and arms were holding her tight; she started to panic, and it brought her back to that time when her mother held her down and her father touched her and hurt her so much. She felt like she was on fire and never wanted to feel like that again. 

Sobs left her; she was borderline hyperventilating. She had no idea where she was or who was holding her. The only thing that kept her from lashing out was the smell—a smell she recognized and found comfort in. She heard his deep voice, "Princess, it's okay. It's your kitty."

His grip loosened up on her enough that she could pull her head back to look at him. Tears were pouring down her face, and he wiped them away. "Teenie?" He asked softly, and she nodded her head. He let Teenie go enough that they could sit up. "Teenie, I'm sorry. Krissy ran off last night, and then she made Ris take over. We got her fed and then watched a movie. She wanted to stay here, and we didn't want to upset her by taking her back."

She internally rolled her eyes, of course she did. Those two freaking love these guys. They aren't bad; they want her to talk, which she can't do. She can't let Natalie get hurt. "Are you mad at us?" Teenie shook her head. No, she wasn't mad; she was just confused. He held her hand, "Come on, let's go to my room. It's still early, and I want to talk to you without waking them."

She followed him but noticed that most of them were awake and watching the two of them. She wanted to tell him, but she couldn't say anything. They got to his room and she explored around, Teenie felt like she had been there before. That meant that one of them had since she knew she never had. He had a massive blue and black painting hanging over his bed. She liked it. Teenie stared at it for a while, waiting for him to talk. It's not like she could start this, whatever it is.

"We know what your father did to you."

Teenie whipped around; how? They promised never to tell; they promised for Natalie's sake. "Don't be mad at them. They are doing this to protect you. Your father will never know that we know Natalie is safe. I promise you."

So she did something she hadn't done in over a decade. "It hurt," she whispered before breaking down in tears and falling onto his bed. 

To say that Yoongi was shocked would be the understatement of the century. Teenie spoke—she actually spoke. Her voice was beautiful, almost musical. Ris has a high-pitched voice that always sounds like she's on a sugar rush, while Krissy is more husky and sultry. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tight against his body.

"I know it did, and I'm so sorry, Teenie. He'll never hurt you again, I promise you. Okay? You are safe here, with us."

"They like you, Ris, and Krissy. I don't know much of what they do when they are in control, but I know how much they love you guys."

"Well, the feeling is mutual for all of you. You three have us wrapped around your little finger." Teenie smiled softly, and Yoongi reached over and wiped her tears away.

"Yoongi?"

"Hmm?"

"What am I wearing? I normally wear the clothes the hospital gives me; I don't recognize these."

Yoongi snorted and started laughing softly. "Jimin's clothes. He went to get you your stuff, but when Hobi was bathing you, he gave him his stuff."

Her nose scrunched up, "but why? It doesn't make any sense."

Yoongi was internally panicking. How does he explain this to her? They all feel slightly possessive towards her and want more, but they know they can't because of who they are and what she's been through. "You'll have to ask him." Let Jimin deal with this. Great job, Yoongi!

"Oh, okay."