18 | Spit In Your Mouth

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Gunnar 🤏🏼: Loz?

Gunnar 🤏🏼: Just answer me. Your comp is tomorrow, are you even gonna show?

Gunnar 🤏🏼: I need to know.

I rolled my eyes, typing out a simple.

Lauren: I'll be there.

Then I tucked my phone away, because I had much more important matters to intend to. Being Rheas first therapy session.

I could tell she was nervous and in her head a little about it, because she kept tapping her foot, and her knee was bobbing rather annoyingly.

It didn't help that the therapist was currently 10 minutes late, and the receptionist told us she'd be at least another 10.

"Hey..." I whispered, putting my hand on her knee and it stopped bobbing. "Relax, ok? Everything's going to be fine."

"I know, Ren. I just... I really don't like talking and thinking about it all." She admitted.

I nodded. "And that's very normal. That's very understandable. This woman though, Rhea, deals with so much everyday. I'm pretty certain she's talked to some fucked up people, people way more than-"

"I'm fucked up?" Rhea asked a little softly and sadly.

Oh no... "No, I don't mean that. I just mean you don't dream about murdering your mum or anything. Like... I'm sure there's a lot of crazy people out there, you know?"

"Yeah." Rhea softly nodded. "I know we said we'd do the medication later, but can we do it now?"

"Now?" I looked around the quiet office.

Rhea looked around too. "Yeah, I don't wanna be thinking about that. If we do it now, then it's done."

I cleared my throat and reached into my bag, where she's basically permanently given them to me. "Can we go to the bathroom?" Rhea stopped me with a hand.

"Yeah." I got up and followed her to the small bathroom here, where I felt a little weird joining her inside, but no one even batted an eye.

Rhea lent against the sink and watched me spill pills into my hand. "I don't have water." I told her.

"Oh, um-" Rhea looked a little worried. "We can-"

"I have an idea." I spoke up and Rhea looked at me a little unsure. "Trust me?"

"Of course, Ren." Rhea replied gently. She was so kind today too. The medications seemed to already be working well with her.

"Think you can do two at the same time?" I asked.

"No." Rhea replied.

My idea started now. I reached to tuck some of her hair carefully behind her ear, fingers straying on her skin. Her eyes closed as I did it, falling into my touch. "Could you take two if I spat into your mouth?"

Rheas eyes widened and her mouth parted. "Lauren..."

"One at a time then." I put one pull by her lips and she took it in her mouth, watching me intently.

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