Nathaniel

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(3 months later)

Bridget 

Getting told my past patient got arrested for hospitalizing his nurse was not on my bingo card. However, here I was sitting in the back of Nathaniel's court hearing, he can yell at me all he wants. I'll never give up on him.

I was wearing sweats and a baggy hoodie, if someone didn't know better they would think I was homeless or a creep. 

My head instantly snapped up to the sound of the door and shuffling of the chains against the ground. His eyes stayed on the ground until he lifted them up to examine the room, well to examine the few people. 

My blood drained from my face when we locked eye contact. 

His eyes widened in shock before he narrowed them. 

Fvck.

I put my head down quickly, still feeling his cold eyes on me.

"Mr. Blackwood! Mr. Blackwood!" The judge shouted repeatedly. 

I lift my head up a bit to him slowly turning his body towards the judge. 

"Is there something you need to address? Or can I precede?"

"No." His voice that ran shivers down my spine rang through the room. 

"Okay then, sit." 

After an hour of pure torture, an ass that can not sit any longer, and a neck that has been keeping me from looking at the guy who despised me I was glad it was over. 

When he walked back through the door, my eyes had to stare at his gray ones once more. 

He was almost through the door and his eyes had never left mine before he stopped. Turned to me. The guards and judge watched as he stared at me with uttermost emotions. 

It wasn't a fluke. 

He was sentenced to the mental hospital again with more restrictions and more solitude. 

So many words were said with our contact before they pushed him through. 

I dropped my head back releasing the breath I held. 

After a bit, "Ms?" A man's voice said.

I gasped and turned my head to the side, the judge looked down at me with a smile.

"Erm...Hello sir."

"May I ask who you are? You and Blackwood seemed to know each other."

"I'm-was his therapist." 

"What stopped you?" He asked.

"Complications with in my life, not him." I quickly added the last part.

"Was it working?"

"I don't know." I lowered my voice, my left leg was bouncing up and down.

"Hmmmm." He scratched his beard, "would you mind trying again?"

"I don't know." 

"I'll set it up as an option but call the hospital once you've reached your decision." He says before leaving.

Nathaniel 

She was there. Bridget was there. 

Over three months and she still came, my wall kept coming and giving me theories of why she was there but the fragment of hope I held told me she came for me because she cared. 

"Move it." Said a gruff voice as I got shoved into my "cell" again.

Home sweet home, the tiles were cleaned but the bleach still lingered.