Bad Blue Woebegone (Fourtris AU)

[11]

The big hand and the little hand finally meet at the number twelve, marking my four hour mark of waiting in this psych triage.

I was waiting for a room in the physch ward. I was to have a doctor, a dietician, and counselor. I think that they think I'm made of money. I can't afford this stupid shit.

"Beatrice Prior," a nurse gives me a sweet smile, guiding me to a little room. "I'm going to take some vitals and ask some questions. Okay?"

I say nothing as she goes through a well known process.

"How do you feel?"

"Like shit," I retort, glaring at her.

"Are you unhappy?"

I scoff. She was an idiot. "No."

"Has someone been hurting you?"

"Yes." Myself.

"Should we contact the police?"

"It won't make a difference, I'm already being locked up in hell here."

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I've been in this room for a week. I've had to talk to stupid people for a week. I've had to eat food for a week. I've had to shower under the eyes of a nurse for a week. It's been the stupidest week of my life. Did they honestly think any of this stuff would turn my thoughts around?

"Here is your antidepressant," Nurse Kathy grins handing me a pill. She turns to her clipboard and I throw the pill. I don't need medicine to make me feel better.

"Are you excited? Today you can go back with Mr. Eaton to Chicago."

I ignore her, pulling the white blanket over my head. Her cheerfulness made me want to puke.

I only poke my head up when someone knocks. Kathy squeals, clapping her hands. "I'm so happy for you! You have progressed a lot." Same stupid bitch.

Four walks through the door. "Hey Tris," He whispers gently, giving me a sweet smile. His smile was really nice.

"What time is your flight?" Kathy asks, creating conversation to avoid the awkwardness.

"In two hours. We need to head out. I've finished the paperwork, she's all checked out. Whenever she's ready," He pats my leg.

He rests a bag on my lap, "I bought you some clothes. Comfy stuff for our ride, along with a coloring book." He blushes slightly.

"Let me help you get up," Kathy walks me the bathroom with the bag.

"That was sweet of him," She comments.

I say nothing, thinking about the long flight back to Chicago.