Nathaniel

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All I had in life was dignity and other people's validation, but it was never enough, I wanted something more.

Love.

You see, you don't find love while you work at a psychiatric hospital.

"Bridget Westbrook, I'm glad you made it on such short notice." A masculine voice said, as I was entering his office.

"Of course, what's the emergency?" I asked, checking my watch that showed 3:00 pm/Sunday.

"A troubled man just entered the facility and he's-he's much worse than we've ever worked with. Bridge I'm asking you to do a difficult job, you can always turn it down, but I need my best." He says.

"Whatever you need Matthew, I won't disappoint." I sternly said.

"Thank you." Her boss finally let go of his breath he was holding.

"What's the case?" I ask, stepping forward.

"Here's the file, I've only gotten through half of it." Matthew plopped an overflowing file on the desk making a loud, echoing sound.

"I can only imagine." I took the file, well tried to as it was heavy to grasp.

"Have fun and remember you can always back down."

"I didn't get this job just to quit on someone that needs me, boss." I say turning around to leave.

"That's what I love about you." Matthew whispers.

I felt his eyes staring at my ass but I shook it out of my thoughts.

Walking back to my desk wasn't too much of a challenge until I got to the foot of the never ending stairs.

"Here I go..." I whisper.

Once I got up the treacherous stairs that spiraled to no end I let out a big sigh realizing I couldn't open this door easily with a file bigger than my stack of 'due taxes.'

"This is so unsanitary," lifting up my leg and using the tip of my foot to push the handle down, "there we go!"

Walking across my small office and rounded the corner to put the stack on my desk made me run a hand across my face after, I opened the file to come across someone that was barely in his 30's, fluffy brown hair shielded his eyes, but his surprisingly bright gray eyes pierced through, and that jaw-

"Holy..." I breathed, sitting back in my chair, staring wasn't an option once that headshot was in my sight.

"Alright get it together, he's your client." I say, lifting the picture up to see his diagnosis.

Profile
Nathaniel Warner Blackwood: 28 years old
Sex: Male
Height: 6'3
Weight: 200 lbs
Eye Color: Gray
Hair Color: Brown
Race: White
Additional: Tattoos, Piercings, and Scars
Allergies: Nothing

History
This patient has been checked into our facility due to a series of hallucinations, self-harm, overdosing, manic episodes, and severe Bipolar disorder.
Blackwood was entered in by his sister Jordyn after he attempted suicide for his fifth time. Blackwood has been isolated and under supervision for several weeks.
He is a mute with no control of himself, the employees must take cautionary steps to feed him, dress him, and clean him. He is in no shape or form allowed to do ordinary activities alone.
Blackwood started having these episodes and diagnosis after his father, Nash Blackwood, was maliciously stabbed by his mother, Poppy Blackwood.
Both the Blackwoods were then placed in the same foster home by the time Jordyn was ten and Nathaniel was seven. Nathaniel was a disobedient child growing up which caused him to get expelled from various schools and having a record in the system.

Records
• Drug Abuse
• DUI
• Disorderly Conduct
• Larceny
• Speeding

Checking my watch after reading a portion of his report I saw it was 8:30 pm/Sunday.
I rubbed my hands up and down my face a few times to "remove" my tiredness and began packing up only to go home and read more about Nathaniel Blackwood.
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As I was making my way down the spiraling staircase the only sound I heard was my own voice and shoes sticking and unsticking to the creaking stairs.

"Hello? Matthew?" I called out, it was getting late so it was understandable if he already left.

Making my way down to his office I saw his office lights off but a slight blue light flashed a few times through the blurry window of his door that said his name in gold. My converse gave me a slight cushion of silence as I pressed my ear to his door only to hear grunts and deep moans.

What the fvck.

Taking a breath I knocked on his door a few times and waited for his answer.
"Yu-yuh, give me a minute!" My boss says while clearing his throat.
After I heard his zipper, I almost wanted to vomit.

Stay professional Bridget!

"Come- I mean come in!"
Making sure he was actually ready, I slowly pushed the handle down while keeping my head down as I walked in.

"Oh! Bridget, how's it going? I expected you to have left already."

I lifted my head to see his flustered self all alone, "it's going well, I was actually about to head out. Just wanted to see if you need anything."
I caught his eyes lingering on my breasts before checking me out completely, feeling violated as I stood there.

"I don't need anything." He breathed out.

"Alright, I'll just get going then..." Quickly turning to make my escape.
This wasn't the only time he's checked me out or asked me out in that matter. He pays well considering the inflation these days so staying with his company is the only way I can live in New York.
I stepped out of the warm building into the blistering winds and sprinklings of snow.
I looked up into the sea of darkness as snowflakes melted, against my skin making my nose itch.
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Once I finally made it to my apartment I flicked on the lights to be greeted by my small open space. A big glass window was on the other side of the door, the white modernized kitchen was to the left, and the rest held my bed, clothing rack, and T.V. On my right is the door to the well lit bathroom. It was a nice apartment that fit my modern aesthetic without it being extremely expensive.
I kicked my shoes off to get into my sleepwear before my nighttime routine.

"I'm so ready to sleep." I said to myself in the mirror after I got ready.
Unfortunately the stacks of papers sat on the white counter just waiting for me to read, throughout the night I went to work.