Orphan in Limbo

Odette's Therapy

--- 2 days later ---

--- 26th of March, 1962 ---

The things faintly  commenced to change in Odette even if they weren't embraced utterly with open arms since she was readily fluctuating whether if it has to do with the nuthouse's poor hygiene as its scum layered every inch of her flesh which once possessed its silkiness and brilliance of glimmering ivory, her lion mane of chestnut tresses as their glossiness lost as the greasiness overally sunk in its marsh of swamp, foul pool, the significant weight loss or perhaps her health condition by nauseating easily. Even more the mood swings were playing major role in her behaviour during the last 2 days reckoning today. What she can eventually feel was a new, fresh life growing inside her bump even when it wasn't visible at all since it was just the first days of her first trimester. 

2 days ago, the predator Brock was sterilised by Dr. Azarova and the middle-aged doctor has consulted with her young patient over her melancholy and the immense panic she experienced on the same day. Furthermore, the brunette opted to overpower her fear and the tremendous shame which built its bricks of the building of the panic, shame and fear until it affects utterly her conscience and sanity at last. 

Today her bruises and the tracks of the accident as if a beast has left severe traces, inked on her body of its vicious claws and ferocious bites, were vanishing slower than the black eye and split lips. Moreover, she was dressed up in different patient robe after the accident.

Her black eye and split lips were healing and healing as they were slowly ebbing on her youthful, pale complexion. 

--- Flashback ---

--- 2 days ago ---

"Yes?" The middle-aged woman yelled by taking a pull at her cigar by perusing an important patient document as she wore on her face her pair of eyeglasses. A couple of door raps didn't interrupt her work.

"Dr.Azarova, it's urgent! I need a help."  The juvenile singer opened the door as she closed the door behind her by standing in disquiet manner as her lip curled. Her hazelish-brown eyes were darted down to the doctor, earning her affable, sympathetic look in no time.

"What makes you disquiet, Odette? You may take a seat." Velika ushered her distressed patient to take a seat on the chair against her with a hand as she obediantly say on the wooden chair by reclining her back, chewing her bottom plumpish lip. "You seem extremely stressed, because of the happened a few hours as this predator is already sterilised and he's being sent in a solitary." She furthered by arching an eyebrow instictively as Odette nodded her head. "You need something? A glass of water or a chocolate bar?" In this moment, the young singer's hands were trembling as she felt her throat dry and she hasn't drank anything for hours.

"Just a glass of water, please!" Afterwards Velika got from the bureau by finding an empty glass as she twisted the faucet of the sink by filling the glass with some cool, fresh water, thereafter handing it to the recent visitor in her office as she expressed her gratitude with a modest nod, swigging a few large gulps as her dry, rosy-coloured lips contacted the water, drenching them in its fresh, pleasant dew. "Well, yeah! It has to do with the accident hours ago and this predator who you sterilised and therefore was being sent in a solitary."

"I know how traumatizing it's. I assure ya, he will be in better hands. I mean, being incessantly under a special supervision without being released from the solitary since he proved with this incident, where he's involved for endangering your life." The elder brunette seated on her desk again as her lips motioned by peeling a word, heaving a sigh in her mid-utterance. "Dear, I don't think the abortion will rescue you from the rape you were victimized, because you can lose not only the unborn child in your belly, but also your fertility." Once Velika emphasized the sinister word fertility which was a critical risk to make an abortion since she was being raped, Odette was beyond dumbfound when the abortion's relentless, ominuous consequences might affect her fertility by depriving it as her heart sunk as if a wee stone was thrown in the mist, profound nocturnal sea by plumping down in the stormy waves which flooded a couple of inches of the tow-colored sand.