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Littles facility

We arrived at the littles facility at the border of town when the sun had began to set, I had heard of the building, but never went near it.

Margaret took me out of the car seat and put me down on the ground grabbing my hand.

Josh followed behind.

A gasp left my mouth seeing the amount of Titans walking about.

Josh stiffed a laugh at my reaction.

We approached a front desk where a lady with grey haired smiled, definitely dyed no titan looked over thirty.

"Hello, and who must this little one be?" She looked over the desk making me shrink back a bit.

"I'm Edith," I answered shily. Margaret squeezed my hand in encouragement.

"Oh, Edith! The special little one headed to the Elite academy. That must mean your Margaret and Josh. Well her room is all set up for the night," she handed Margaret a key card, "and the doctor is waiting on the second floor."

"Great, thank you." Margaret said.

"No problem, you have a great time little one!"

"T-thank you," I stuttered. My face turning red.

Never in my life have I had so much attention on me or pet names.

Margaret led us to the second floor, Josh following behind.

Josh talked to a nurse and I was brought into a doctors room with Margaret. A knock came at the door and nurse handed Margaret a gown.

"We need to get you change, the doctor is just going to do a quick check up to make sure your all nice and healthy. Do you need my help?" She asked softly.

I shook my head, "I think I can manage."

"Well let me know if you do," Margaret went on her phone.

I had expected her to leave but I knew she wasn't going to. I turned around and stripped to my underwear quickly tossing the hospital gown on. It had teddy bears on it.

I was able to tie it until I couldn't reach my back.

"Excuse me, Miss. Margaret," I croaked out.

"Yes," she smiled.

"Can you help me? Please."  I turned around showing her where I couldn't tie it.

She grabbed the last two strings, "you have really nice manners little one, and you can call me auntie Margie. I will be with you the whole time your at the academy."

She grab my arms and turned me around making me flinch and hold my breath.

"Little one what's wrong?" She asked worried.

"I-I," I kept looking at where her hands were holding me I wanted to reach out and scratch it till the weird feeling went away. I hated people touched my upper arms.

Margie must noticed brought her hands down to my hands which I didn't realize where shaking.

"Hey your alright, deep breath," I followed her lead as she guided me to breath. Until I calmed down.

"Can you tell me what's wrong?" She asked.

"T-touch," I stuttered out.

"You don't like touch?"

I shook my head, I love hugs and cuddles and holding hands, it's just I get triggered badly if anyone touches my upper arms or someone I don't know touches me.

I let go of her hands and gestured in a shivering motion over my arms, "touch here, not good." I explained, the best I could.

"Aww, I see." She put her hands on mine again, "good or bad?" She asked