Ponder// Miniminter x reader

Part 3

A week later 

"So, any updates from anyone,"  the therapist asks you sit in silence.  The circle sat silent too.  All 12 of you sitting in fold up chairs, starting into space not wanting to be there.  Knowing all too damn well people forced them to come here.  

You got your stitches refreshed yesterday.  It was quite painful.  Lots of pricks and strings running under your skin.  No too fun.  You skin was still raw as hell and whenever you're turned your head they stung, so you hadn't to be careful.  

 But the doctors did have good news.  

They said your throat was healing.  

....Or something like that.  

They took some MRIs and saw that the muscle there was torn, but saw evidence from the first MRI to this one, that it was definitely healing up.  It would heal up within a month.  

But here's the catch. 

It would take about 6-9 years for the muscle to fully return to normal functions such as screaming and laughing.  Even shouting and talking loudly.  But within those years, if not earlier, the best you'd be able to manage would be a faint whisper. 

'Maybe I'll be able to talk again someday,'

"Well, anyone?"  She asks.  She turns to stare at you through her dark pointy glasses with her clip board.  

"Y/n,"  she asks.  The entire circle stares you down now.  You just meet her eyes, waiting for what else her big mouth had to say. 

"Any updates from your doctors, your...cut,"  She says in disgust.  

'She thinks I did this to myself, doesn't she?'

"What about your appetite.  Have you eaten solids yet?"  She pries.  You just look down at your lap in shame.  The only solid that would even come close to surpassingly or meeting her standards would be half a cup of Applesauce that you soon threw up an hour later. 

So technically. 

None.

"C'mon lady, are you really gonna ask the only person who can't speak here.  I find that rude,"  someone pipes up.  It's Charlie.  A blond haired boy with hazel eyes and a drinking problem.  

"Well is there anything you wanna say, Mr  Jackson?" She asks turning onto him.  

"Yeah,"  He says with a smug smile. 

"Really, what?"  She asks, clicking her pen open and puts it to the clipboard to being writing. 

"That I need to tell my parents..."  he trails off.  This lady is hooked now, on the edge of her seat scribbling down his response, eyes wide as she look up in hope.

"That they wasted a hell of a lot of money to pay for these sessions,"  he finished.  The circle chuckles and you smile, as the woman fumes.  But she covers it up quickly though, pulling a straight face and closing her pen, standing up.  

"Dismissed,"  She says shaking her head, leaving the room.  

The circle comes alive then.  Chatter and people grabbing their stuff to leave.  You stay in place as you pull out your phone to text Simon to pick you up. Sending it, he responds right away saying he's on the way. As you wait, you pull Weathering Heights from your bag and open it to your marked page.  

Jeans appear in fronts of you a smile you look up from your book.  It's Charlie.  He smiles, sitting criss cross in front of you to look up at you and for you to look down at him with a returning smile.  

"Hi, y/n,"  he says with a smile.  You smile a bit bigger to show you said hello as well. 

"While I wait for my ride, may I ask a few questions?" He asks politely.  You nod your head lightly, book marking your book and waiting.  

"What happens to your neck.  I know you can't talk and all but—"

"Someone broke into our house and slit it open," a voice booms from across the room.  You snap your head up in fear, noticing it's Simon.  He glaring at Charlie, but when he meets your gaze he smiles.  You smile back, collecting your things, you stand, patting Charlie on the head in remorse. 

You wave as you walk over to Simon, and he wraps a stranglely  protective arm around you and pushes you out lightly.  You give him a disapproving look as you exit the building.  It's raining outside as you pull up your hood and walk with Simon to his car.  You huff in anger.

"What ?  He was flirting, and it was obvious he wanted in your pants!"  He says with apparent aggrevation.  

You huff anagin and roll your eyes shaking your head at his jealous demeanor. 

"C'mon, He was 100% going to take advantage of you,"  He says more calm.  You get to his car, but before getting in to go back home, you give him a look that says..

'What's good for me then, Simon?'  

He understands it's message and shrugs his shoulders.  

"I dunno.  You need someone who wants you for you and isn't gonna try anything shady,"  He says hesitantly.  You shrug your shoulders, but smile thanking him, as he unlocked the car and you get in.

———   

The ride home was silent, and as soon as the two of you got home, you went your separate ways.  

'I guess were ignoring the fact that he called me beautiful and got jealous by a guy over me.'  

You sigh.

'Why am I so invested in this boy?'

Sitting at your trusty desk, you pull out the colored pencils, as a new quote jumps into your screaming head.  You screaming head full of thoughts, causing you to be constantly stuck .  

Causing you to continue to ponder.  

You actullay started to hate your thoughts.  There's too much decision making and second guessing and too much of everything when you can't speak.  Everything just seems to be talking and yelling and screaming, as if each individual though wanted your attention the most.  

"I have these thoughts, That often I ought, to replace this slot, with what we once bought," 

'What did just write?"  

Time to color.  

Then ponder some more later. 

' I guess.'

Maybe eat too?

'Nahhh'