Chrono (Chan x reader)

Making Progress

Chrono's trial won't start for a little over 2 weeks from now. Or at least that's what we were told today. Anything can happen, the dates are suggestive.

I am currently trying to find Chan. Since I was away from work for a while and Lilith was with me unable to run our facility, I kind of need to be able to talk so I can make some calls. We weren't stupid and had made back up plans when we got our staff figured out. So someone trustworthy has been in charge since our disappearance. However, we're back now and I need to know what has been going on and warn everyone of my parents. I also care deeply about my staff and patients and want to know how they're genuinely doing.

I've looked in the kitchen, living room, on the porch. Nowhere. I've checked the bedrooms including under the beds and in the closets. Nowhere. Where the hell did he go?

"What are you looking for?" Felix asks me, reaching in the pantry for hot Cheetos.

I mouth "Chan" when he looks back at me. Desperation in my eyes.

Felix seems taken aback for a second, opening his mouth to speak but stopping a split second in. Maybe my emotions are showing on my face more today?

"I'll go wake up Minho and ask. You stay on the couch, don't move" He says, setting his chips down and disappearing down the hallway.

I move to sit on the couch and curl up into a ball. I'm cold and I don't feel like getting a blanket so ball it is.

A few minutes pass and Felix hasn't returned. Maybe he's having a difficult time waking Minho up? Should I go help? No, he told me to stay here and he probably has a good reason. Felix doesn't strike me as someone who would tell me what to do without a valid reason.

"Okay so, Chan is not home. But, he should be back tonight. Minho wouldn't tell me where he was so I'm sorry about that. Is there anything any of us can do for you?" He says, coming back into the living room and sitting beside me.

I sigh heavily and shake my head no. He hesitates for a moment before getting up and heading to the kitchen.

I guess calling work isn't an option. There's always the night staff but they're already tired and that's when the kids usually act up the most. I wouldn't want to distract them from giving adequate care.
But I really really need to get in contact with my staff. Especially the person who took charge.

If I don't get in contact soon who knows what will happen. I don't want my designated survivor to go down for something that's not true. I'd much rather it be me. My parents can destroy my life all they want but they will not do the same to my friends, my staff, nor my patients.

Our facility has always been cleanly. We've always used humane methods of therapy and other treatments as well as restraints just in case. No one is given the "booty juice" unless the patients or others life is in danger. We don't embezzle funds, or take ridiculous amounts of money from people for care. I honestly don't know what my parents would use to get us shut down. But I know my parents and they'll find a way.

I can't let that happen. But I can't do anything either. Plus, I'll be an eye witness for a trial soon. I won't have the time to fight for my facility and defend a person. What am I going to do? I can't just continue to mooch off of the boys. They're so kind and fun to be around but it's not fair to them if I continue to stay. At least if I continue to stay without contributing anything other than cleaning the kitchen and bathroom when it's my turn or everyone else is tired.

My thoughts continue to race. Coming up with any possible scenario and the very limited solutions. All of them circle back to me failing once again. I've never seemed to be good enough no matter how much I accomplish.