Dr McHot

Don't Johnny

Johnathan O'Reily was a highly skilled lawyer in New York City. He was relatively well off and happily engaged to Emily Staunton but, he could help himself but to worry about his ex-wife. Yes, they are divorced but she was still a very good friend of his. He had called a couple of times and each time she had answered but, the last two times she had been oddly cheerful. She didn't talk about it so on one would know what was coming next.

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Johnathan nocked politely on Hanna's door and waited for someone to answer. Jackson arrived at the door looking very confused.

"Can I help you?" He asked only partially opened the door.

"Where's Hanna?" Johnathan asked feeling very agitated.

"Why?" Jackson asked rather defensively continuing to block the door

"Listen man, I know she's your girlfriend," Johnathan said trying to explain, "I'm not trying to steal her from you."

"Fiance actually," Jackson corrected standing a little taller, "we got ingaged last night."

"Well, congratulations but I really need to speak to her," Johnathan told him, "and I really need you to be patient with this or this thing is gonna get way outta hand. Let me help her before it's too late."

"I'm gonna be her husband," Jackson protested, "tell me what's wrong, I'll fix it."

"Ooh what's with the battle of the testosterone?" Hanna asked as she hugged Jackson from behind.

"Han, we need to talk," Johnathan said talking to her now not Jackson.

"What's the matter?" She asked looking concerned now.

"I was hoping you could tell me," he said sympathetically.

Hanan looked at him slightly panicked.

"Listen Johnny," she said every emotional, "it's fine, I'm fine."

"Oh yeah, how long has it been huh?" He asked a little angry now, "how long has it been since you've taken them?"

"That-- that doesn't matter," she stuttered backing off back into the apartment, "I don't need them."

"Yes you do," he told her pushing as Jackson so he could grab ahold of her.

"No, no I don't," she repeated, tears forming in her eyes, "I'm fine, they make my head fussy, it's so much clearer now."

"Hanna your sick, let me help you," Johnathan almost whispered with his hands holding tight onto her shoulders.

"No Johnny please," Hanna begged squirming in his grip, "don't Johnny please, no."

"No one's gonna hurt you, okay," he said reassuringly as he pulled her close to his chest, "we wanna help you. It'll kill you if you hurt someone."

Hanna crumpled into a pile of tears as she realized that she couldn't fight this. She knew deep down she needed to go but her mind severely disagreed.