Fate's Strings (2p! Hetalia x Reader)

Chapter Thirteen

"You were discharged from the hospital the other day, is that right?"

I was sitting in front of a man in a doctor's coat. This man was brunette and wore glasses. I got the feeling that he was only wearing them to appear more scholarly, but of course, I couldn't know for sure. 

He didn't seem that old, maybe in his late twenties? Was I supposed to relate and open up to him more because he was closer to my own age than one of the older doctors? What did they take me for?

"Yes, I was."

Today would be no different. This man wasn't helpful. This was a waste of time. I would only give the minimum response again and hope he would let me leave early.

"How do you feel now that you're able to go home? I've heard you hated being forced to stay in the hospital for so long?"

"I was told that having to stay longer was my own fault."

"Yes...I heard about that incident. Your nurses weren't very happy with you, right?"

"They weren't."

"Were any of the hospital staff nice to you? Did you like any of them?"

"....Only one. One of the nurses."

"Will you tell me about her?"

"I guess..." I muttered. "She was one of the younger ones. Everyone else thought I was just trying to make their job difficult, and that if I had wanted to leave the hospital so badly, I would have listened to them. She was the only one who understood why I did it, and why that didn't make me a bad person."

He was quiet for a moment. "I don't think you're a bad person, (Name)."

"I know you don't."

"You wanted to do it because you were in pain, is that correct? What you went through was traumatizing, so of course you were hurt because of it. It's alright to admit that."

"....Yes....Of course it hurt. They died and I didn't. We were in the same car. How is that not supposed to hurt? All of those nurses were acting like I could just switch it off, as if the pain was supposed to go away. But does it? Will it ever go away?"

"I think that's the most you've said to me since we started these sessions," the doctor smiled. "Unfortunately I can't tell you whether or not the pain you feel will go away. In my experience, the more time goes on, the pain you feel becomes easier to deal with. You learn to move past it, if you will. I can help you learn how to do that."

My expression went dark. I felt empty, numb, emotionless. But that wouldn't last for long. I knew that the pain I had been feeling would come back. It would come back and be worse than ever.

"There's only one thing that will help me, and it's not something you are able to do, doctor."

"Well, what would that be? How will I know if I can do it or not if I do not know?"

"I want to forget," my eyes met his in a blank stare. "I want to forget these painful memories."

I was no longer in the room with that doctor. Instead, I was suddenly outside. The sky was overcast, and the scent of rain was in the air. It wasn't raining now, but it would be soon enough. 

There was no mistaking where I was. With all of the gravestones around me, it was fairly obvious. But I wasn't alone. In front of me was a girl sitting on the grass, directly in front of one of the gravestones. Her hands were positioned on top of the gravestone, most likely in order to keep herself from collapsing as she sobbed quietly.