Beyonce is considered the best when dealing the mentally ill. But what happens when she accidentally becomes one of her worse patients caregiver
*This is a little book*
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"are you hungry baby ?" Robyn asked wheeling me into the house. "no" I softly answered twirling my fingers together.
"Ok, we're gonna stay down stairs for a while until you heal so I moved our stuff to the guest room" she said taking me in that direction.
"i hope you didn't bring that damn game" I mumbled hearing her laugh after so I know she did.
"You're gonna be sleeping for most of the days until you're healed so I'll need something to do when I'm not at work" she said.
I slightly groaned forgetting she has to go back to work "you can't take off from work a little longer ?" I asked her.
"I'll only be there for two weeks then we're on break, we have testing next week" she said basically telling me no and I sighed. I'm gonna be in here all alone.
"I'll make sure to call and check on you, we can stay on the phone all day if you want to" she said rubbing my cheek.
I smiled feeling a little better about it but it's not the same as her being with me. Plus I'm not at work either so I won't be distracted, I'll just be sitting there waiting for her to talk to me.
I began thinking about the events that happen getting me in this position and my eyes watered some.
I failed tiny, maybe I'm not fit to be her doctor. I should probably request for her to see someone else for her sake.
I don't wanna lose my baby though, that's my baby..
But my feelings towards her like that is why I can't complete my job. This time I'm gonna focus more on being her doctor instead of her mommy.
I just need to talk her more. I should've talked to her more and got deeper inside her head so I could figure out how all of them work. The most she told me about the beginning of her personalities was that she use to play around like she was someone else and one day she began feeling like multiple people. I know it's more to it but she always would cry when I made her talk about her childhood and I didn't like seeing her cry. I should've went past the tears and kept making her talk, I was being too soft with her. I was too emotional with her.
"Beyonce !"
I looked up at Robyn and she had her face scrunched "What's wrong baby ?" She asked wiping the tears off my face.
"robbie can i please see tiny ?" I asked her.
Her face changed and she moved away keeping quiet. "Robyn" I said watching her start to fix the bed up like she didn't hear me.
"Baby-"no beyonce."
The tone in her voice was serious and I knew she meant it because she can never look at me while telling me no to something I want.
