Forsaken: Y/n x Marvel

Chapter 13: Heal

Y/n didn't look up. "And what makes you think you can help me?"

Dr. Hargrave leaned forward. "Because I've dealt with people like you before. People who think they're beyond help. But they're not. You're not."

Y/n finally looked up, her eyes cold. "You don't know anything about me."

Dr. Hargrave met her gaze steadily. "I know you're in pain. I know you're angry. And I know you're afraid."

Y/n's eyes flickered with a brief spark of interest. "Afraid? You think I'm afraid?"

"I know you are," Dr. Hargrave replied. "You're afraid of what you've done, of who you are. You're afraid you can't be saved."

Y/n's lips curled into a bitter smile. "So what's your grand plan? Make me cry? Make me admit my deepest fears?"

Dr. Hargrave didn't flinch. "No. My plan is to make you see that you're not alone. That there are people who care about you, who want to help you."

Y/n's expression darkened. "People who care? Like who? The ones who locked me up? The ones who watched me fall apart and did nothing?"

Dr. Hargrave leaned back, undeterred. "They made mistakes. We all do. But they're here now. They're fighting for you."

Y/n's eyes narrowed. "Fighting for me? Or fighting to ease their own guilt?"

Dr. Hargrave held her gaze. "Maybe a bit of both. But that doesn't change the fact that they care."

Y/n's demeanor shifted, her gaze becoming more piercing. "You think you're so smart, don't you? Coming in here, acting tough, thinking you can fix me."

"I don't think I can fix you," Dr. Hargrave replied calmly. "I think you can fix yourself. But you have to want to."

Y/n's smile turned cruel. "You really believe that? That I can just decide to be better? That it's that easy?"

Dr. Hargrave's eyes didn't waver. "I believe it's a start."

Y/n leaned forward, her voice a deadly whisper. "You want to know the truth? The truth is, you're just like the rest of them. You think you can understand me, get inside my head. But you can't. You're too weak. You don't want to get into my head doctor, you wouldn't survive."

Dr. Hargrave's face remained impassive, but a flicker of doubt crossed her eyes. "I'm not weak, Y/n. And neither are you."

Y/n's eyes gleamed with a dangerous light. "You're wrong. I'm broken. And you? There's something about you doctor..."

"And what is that?" She responded to Y/n's remark.

"Why do you like fixing people? Is it a way of helping yourself?" She smirked and sat back in her chair, looking Dr. Hargrave up and down, observing her body language.

"You couldn't help someone you loved, isn't it? Either they killed themselves or they went insane, so you think you owe it to others to fix them. That's tough, Doc," she said while twisting her head with a smile, seeing that she was getting into her head.

Dr. Hargrave's composure began to crack. "How did- I'm not here to fix you. I'm here to help you see that you can heal."

Y/n's laugh was cold and hollow. "Heal? From what? From the nightmares? The screams? The blood on my hands? Tell me, Doctor, how did you heal from that?"

Dr. Hargrave's eyes filled with tears, her resolve weakening. "I-"

"You didn't," Y/n interrupted. "Now how are you supposed to help me heal if you can't help yourself?" She asked as tears ran down the doctor's face.