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Mitch watched the girl.
She was silent, her eyes cloudy. He could tell she was having a flashback, his own making him the same way.
"I said I need you to tell me." His voice was gruff. She seemed to snap out of it and looked over at him, blinking.
"I...I don't wa-"
"I don't exactly care if you want to. I need you to." The look on her face made his heart wrench slightly, but he didn't let it show.
It was hard, his job. He acted tough, like he was in the beginning, and he never really thought of it as an act until he found her in that warehouse. Soft brown eyes widening when the other agents went straight past her. The way her voice cracked when she asked for help.
It reminded him of himself.
The girl was silent for a minute, then she sniffles. "I don't...I...." her breathing was picking up, and she shut her eyes. "I need my medicine. I need my Prozac."
