- REWRITING OFFLINE 10/03/25-
☆ 𝗔 𝗥𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗟𝗦 : what if the child was a teenager/YA throughout the show duration and not at season 5?
After the death of her mother, 17 y/o Deena Salée rummage through her mothe...
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𝐃𝐑. 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆, finding Deena standing outside her small house. She constantly checked over her shoulder at every little sound, even the softest blow of wind which sounded like thunder in her ears. Her bare arms were wrapped around her chest like a blanket, trembling fingers digging into the thin fabric. One would think she was shivering to death because of the cool night and here she was with no jacket on but a Sonic t-shirt and cotton shorts far above her knees. But truly, there was no reason for it. It was out of her control.
"Deena? What are you doing out here so late? How did you get my address?" The surprise in Dr. Armborn's voice felt displaced given she should've texted her before arriving or at least asked for her address like a normal person.
Like it was much of a surprise knowing of her nature. Her mother obtained her information along with three other therapists long before choosing Dr. Armborn who was most qualified for the task.
Though, Deena had called and texted Dr. Armborn prior to coming. She insinuated multiple times about a mistake she had made. It was she who failed to check her phone.
"S-sorry to bother you this late," It seemed the unexplainable jitter slipped through Deena's words, making her stutter. "I don't have many places to go right now."
Dr. Armborn glanced over her shoulder before opening the door wider. "You're never a bother. Quick, come in. Let's get you warmed up."
Her house was much bigger on the inside due to lack of decorations and it came as a surprise to Deena. Dr. Armborn gave over-the-top Autumn-girl vibes who'd dress her house religiously for every holiday two months prior to the actual holiday. There weren't any family photos on display. No childhood memories. No peeks of current hobbies. No sign of her recently married husband who she has spoken of a few times before or any manly-owned items aside from a few pairs of shoes stuffed in a cubby near the front door. Just space filled with the main necessities. Erik moved into his first place with more and barely had much.
