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She could see the shock on his face.
Amberlynn thought he was closed off, and he probably was. Wondering why he was shocked when she brought up her medicine, which had made its way out of her system by now and god can someone just give it to her!
"Prozac isn't in your files." He stated, his voice silky. A small amount of calmness spread over her and she nodded.
"Yeah, it's a new thing. Only had it for a couple of months, and my psychiatrist wanted to wait to see if it worked before she put it in." Which didn't make any sense, and was most likely illegal.
The man sat back, his stone cold exterior returning. "Why do you have a psychiatrist?"
Her face paled and she shook her head. "It doesn't matter to this situation, so I'm not telling you." She knew she was acting like a child, but she didn't want to bring up the person who made her nightmares begin all those years ago.
Of course, they ended after the Prozac kicked in, and now she would be getting them again, would probably need new meds, and an actual therapist. She'd need to make an appointment for when she got home.
Amberlynn perked up slightly. "When can I go home?"
The man stood up and gathered his things, shaking his head. "I don't know yet."
