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Mikey x Reader - 2 - Texting

You had been talking with Mikey for a few months, and now, finally on medication to help with your depression, anxiety, and other things, you could talk openly with his persona Doctor Feelings.

Only, Mikey doesn't really DO, texts.

No, No, No.

He came to visit you every day, you knew that much, but now you were getting to the point where you could remember recent events, rather than everything blurring together. Frankly, it hardly felt like it had been two months, where exactly did that time go? How did you lose it? What were you doing?

You weren't sure, but, per usual, Mikey texted you to let you know he was here.

You called him "Orange Creamsicle" still, because it was funny.

You cracked a weak smile.

Your brother's would've laughed too...

You rubbed the tears away, partly grateful you could cry, while half-wishing you could just shut off your emotions again.

"Heyyy, baby! How's it going, you feelin' okay?" You hiccuped and turned to your window where Mikey was clambering in.

He rubbed your shoulder and gave you a hug. You blinked, blushing and staying still, not feeling okay with hugging him back. You were inconveniencing this turtle again.

By frickin' existing.

You felt awful, but still, no matter how many times you argued, he would not accept it.

"Now, let's sit down, and discuss how we're feeling today, okay?" He led you to your bed and sat you down, sitting in your desk chair and clasping his hands in front of him.

"...Sad." "That's good! That's good, I'm glad you're able to feel today, that's much better two weeks ago when you tried to drown yourself in the river!" He said cheerfully. You grimaced. He still stubbornly came to your rescue...but you were getting used to him being there.

He was comforting. You liked Mikey, he was a real sweetheart.

"Now, any thoughts on your mind, about self harm or suicide? Anything I need to know about?" You looked away. You couldn't deny the fact that every morning you thought of about ten ways to kill yourself, and then had to push them aside and get started with the day, even if you didn't want to, but that didn't mean you wanted to admit that out loud...

"Ms L/N. This is a very important question, I know it's hard to say, but this is a safe space." He coaxed, raising his hands calmly in a surrendering motion to show he wasn't going to hurt you.

That didn't matter...

"...I never feel safe anywhere." You muttered, eyes watering. He frowned. "That's very important too, thank you for telling me." He nodded calmly, writing it down. "Now, back to the question before." He folding his hands on top of his notepad.