hospital beds:: remington leith au

[chapter twelve]

it's been a few days since remingtons psych evaluation, and that means that it's time for mine. honestly, i'm not very hopeful, as we had that yelling match in the hallway... next to the therapist's office— yeah. they definitely heard it.

rem and i are walking down to the therapist's office hand in hand, his thumb running over the back of my hand reassuringly. i think he can sense my nerves about the situation at hand, because he speaks up.

"its going to be okay, baby. you'll be fine. worst case scenario is you have to spend some more time with me in this hell pit." he says, joking around with his usual arrogant smirk, squeezing my hand comfortingly.

"i know, i know. it's just— i'm afraid of what they're going to say about me"

"its okay, ma chérie, everything will work out in the end. i promise you that much" he says kissing my forehead.

"okay, i guess this is me. i'll see you when i'm done"

"hey, it's okay. dont worry about it. i swear on my little brother- and you know how much i love emerson-'s life that you'll be fine. i'll be sitting right out here waiting for you to be done" he assures me, quickly pulling me into a hug.

i don't want to let go. because as soon as i do, i have to step through that door and find out something i know that i don't want to hear.

i slowly, sadly, break away from remington "i guess its my time"

"it's okay, you're okay." he says one last time before i knock on the door. i hear a faint voice tell me to come in, so i nod once at rem, who nods back and flashes me a million dollar grin, before turning the knob and opening the door, walking into the office.

it's bleaker than i remember, the walls are duller. that might be just because of how upset i find myself to be today though. i sigh, taking a seat in the empty chair across from where my therapist is sitting, immediately feeling the negative energy course around the room.

"so ophelia, what do you think im going to say?"

"i think you're going to tell me that i have to fucking stay in this fucking hell pit longer, all because you heard me have a fight with remington through your door. that we made up for, by the way, and we are closer than we have ever been because of it."

"precisely. but in a bit more vulgar terms than i would have used"

"well, get fucking on with it then. how much longer do i have to stay and when am i allowed to escape?"

"we are going to have you stay a few more weeks to ensure that you're emotionally stable enough for return to your normal lifestyle. your current release date, or as you so nicely put it your escape date, is the same day as mr. kropp's. we would just like to keep you and put you into some anger management classes before you leave so that we can teach you how to deal with your personality disorder, especially when you get blindly angry, so that you don't say things you regret."

i roll my eyes and sigh dramatically.

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it's been an hour or so, because along with psych evaluations you have to do a normal talk therapy session. i walk out the door and see remington sitting on the ground next to the doorframe. he looks up at me hopefully, his eyes wide.

"how did it go, ma chérie?" he asks me, standing up quickly.

"well, it looks like we are set to escape the same day. they're making me stay because they want to teach me anger management and how to deal with my absolute rage thing so that i don't say things i regret and hurt the people i love"

"hey, now! that's good! we get to leave on the same day. we get to walk out of this hellhole hand in hand. we can be together" he smiles, grabbing me and pulling me close.

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we go do all the things you have to do in this shit hole and now we are just hanging out in the music room, y'know like we do. out of nowhere and entirely all of a sudden remington picks up a guitar and starts singing. i recognise the song immediately; ophelia by the lumineers . it's not what he usually sings to me, but i was pleased all the same.

"oh, oh, when i was younger, oh, oh, should have known better
and i can't feel no remorse, and you don't feel nothing back
oh, oh, got a new girlfriend, he feels like he's on top
and i don't feel no remorse, and you can't see past my blinders
oh, ophelia, you've been on my mind girl since the flood
oh, ophelia, heaven help a fool who falls in love
oh, oh, got a little paycheck, you got big plans and you gotta move
and i don't feel nothing at all
and you can't feel nothing small
honey i love you, that's all she wrote
oh, ophelia, you've been on my mind girl like a drug
oh, ophelia, heaven help a fool who falls in love
oh, ophelia, you've been on my mind girl since the flood
oh, ophelia, heaven help a fool who falls in love
oh, ophelia, you've been on my mind girl like a drug
oh, ophelia, heaven help a fool who falls in love"

he looked at me, all smug and smirking like a devil, and i looked at him and chuckled.

"that was the cutest shit you have ever fucking done. but also did you seriously just oh ophelia me? if i didn't love you so goddamn much, i would hate you with a passion right now, i'd actually punch you in the dick"

"thank you?" he chuckles, unsure, almost sounding like he's questioning me "and i love you too"

we end up just goofing off in the music room for the rest of the night, just being stupid and talking. we talked about our lives together after we get out of here too, and i can say i'm definitely even more excited to get out of here now just to have this life with him.

he is the only good thing i have left in this existence, if i'm honest.
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