Taken

5

Fyre POV
"Hi, I'm Dr Chambers. I'm a psychiatrist with the hospital," the woman says.

I stare at her silently, not even bothering with a fake smile. Ash, noticing my hesitation, says, "I'm Ash. This is Fyre," Ash smiles at me.

"What do you want Dr Chambers?" I ask quietly, keeping my face unreadable and stoic.

"Do you mind if I sit?" She asks with fake politeness. When I nod, she continues, "Well, as you know, the reason you're here -in the hospital- is because you cut your wrists. I'm here to help you through this. If you like you need or want to talk, that's what I'm here for."

"No offense, Mrs Chambers, but if I need to talk, then I'll talk to Ash. Not some psychiatrist, and especially not one that's a stranger. See, I don't trust anyone. I'm cautious. Sure, I cut myself. But that was just in a moment of weakness. And, with all due respect," I say, "even though it isn't much there," I mutter, "what goes on in my life is none of your damn business."

Looking shocked, and not knowing what to say, she stutters. Ash buts in and says, "I'm sorry, Mrs Chambers, what Fyre was trying to say is that she doesn't want it need to talk about anything and that she doesn't like telling her problems to people that she doesn't know."

Looking at Ash with silent thanks, I nod.

"Of-of course. I completely understand your hesitation. My offer still stands, though, if you ever feel the need to talk. Here's my card." She pulls out a pink card and hands it to me.

I say nothing and she leaves. Ash turns to me and raises an eyebrow, "Want to tell me what that was all about?" He asks.

"I don't know," I reply honestly, "She just gave me a bad vibe, like there's something off about her."

"Off how?" He asks.

"I'm not sure. I mean, there was just something off about her. She seemed synthetic." Shaking my head I say, "Nah. I've never liked shrinks. That's probably what it is."

"Are you sure?" He asks, concerned.

"Nope," I reply with a chuckle. "When am I ever sure about anything?"

Chucking, he replies, "True, true."

My reply is a sleepy smile. Looking at Ash, I ask what time is it but before he can reply, a nurse walks in. She injects something in my IV. When Ash asks what it is, we discover that it is a sedative. When the nurse leaves, my eyelids start to get droopy. "Sleep, sweetheart," is the last thing I hear before I fall asleep.

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A/N
Im aware that i haven't updated in a while and I'm sorry. I'm going to try to update more often, but I only have one more chapter written and don't know what to write next. My friends are gonna give me an idea or two. When they give me an idea, I'll write more and update again. I hope yawl all had a happy Thanksgiving.