𝔾𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤 ℍ𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖 ; ℍ𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕖𝕪 ℚ𝕦𝕚𝕟𝕟

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"I'm not crazy! I just see things differently than everyone else."

Y/n's POV:

The words on the yellow tinged pages in front of me seemed to look funky, obscure like the more blurry my vision had become. Tiredness washed over me, gravity guiding me down towards the surface of my desk gently, like that of a mother rocking her new born babe.

My body jolted up, my knee slamming underneath my desk and I hissed in pain, standing up and grumbling things to myself as I headed for the door.

I swing the door open, the warm evening breeze hitting my body full force. Amanda Waller stood on my doorstep with a stoic expression on her face, holding onto a thick briefcase.

"Amanda, what do I owe the pleasure of your company?" I smiled sarcastically, leaning against my door frame.

"Dr. Y/n Y/l/n, you look like absolute shit." Amanda looked me up and down, shaking her head at me.

"I don't suppose you're here because you're actually concerned about my sleep patterns."

"Afraid not. I'm here on a more sensitive note. The government is going to tear us a new one unless we hire a psychiatrist for one of our more outgoing inmates." Walker explained, shifting on her Louis Vuitton high heels.

"Why does the government care if mental patients get the help they need?" I scoffed.

"Isn't that why you went to school?" Amanda raised an eyebrow in my direction and I rolled my eyes.

"I'm just saying why now?"

"That information was out of my pay range." She stated gruffly.

"And when has that ever stopped you before?" I grumbled, sighed heavily as I crossed my arms over my chest, "If you've come here to ask me to do whatever it is you're trying to do, I'm not doing it."

"This patient could make you famous if you treat her."

"Her?" I asked.

"She could save you from that sea of debt you're wading in right now. You're still paying off your student loans, trying to pay rent and have food to live. Trust me when I say you want to take this case head on."

I sighed deeply, my chest tightening and untightening while my heart hammered against my chest. My shoulders sagged forward and I nodded my head, mumbling out a quiet okay.

Amanda beamed at me, "I knew you'd say yes. I'll pick you up in the morning."

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My alarm buzzed on my nightstand and I blindly reached for it, my head still shoved in my pillow with a trail of drool on my chin. With a groan I shut my alarm off and pulled myself from the soft confinement of my mattress.

Sluggishly I shuffled towards the bathroom and had myself a hot shower, dressing in an all black pantsuit, putting the last touches of gel in my hair before brushing my teeth. When I was done I grabbed my phone, keys, wallet and my briefcase.

The yellow tinged headlights of Amanda's car rolled in through my windows and I locked my house up as she stopped in the driveway. I got in the passenger side and she bid me a goodmorning.

"Coffee?" She asked, hand outstretched with a steaming cup of joe.

"Thanks." I mumbled, grabbing the hot styrofoam cup. I blew on it and took a light sip, wincing when my tongue burned.

"So you didn't give me anything about my new patient other than she's female." I licked my lips, finally putting my seatbelt on as she drove down the road.