TW: mentions of self-harm and suicide and ED's. accidental attempted murder. excessive cursing
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"Man, I thought you forgot about me Tim!" Charlotte said with a huge smile on her face, then you entered and it immediately fell off her face into a deep scowl.
"Who's she? Are you leaving me?" She immediately asked, her eyes not leaving yours for even a moment. You got to glance at her and you saw deep bags under her green eyes. She had fairly pale skin, and was extremely skinny. She had long stringy black hair and you saw she was in a plain tank top. You glanced at her arm and saw several lines decorating the inside of her wrists. You then noticed the cuffs she had on her wrists to keep her to the bed.
They didn't look painful-- in fact you could see the padded lining on the inside of them-- but you could tell they were tight enough to make her not able to break them off the bed. You smiled at her and she looked away to Timothy.
"Nah kiddo, this is one of the new doctors though. Her name is Y/N, and dont tell her," He paused and covered the left side of his mouth with his hand, hiding his mouth from you but you still heard him whisper "she's really pretty." to Charlotte.
"Don't try and play this off Doc, you know I already don't want to be here." She grumbled but was seemingly soothed by Timothy saying he was staying. "Why am I meeting you?" She asked you directly.
"Oh, I'm going to be working with Timothy just to help make his workload easier."
"Like an assistant?"
"Pretty much."
"He doesn't need one." She pouted and looked back at the tv, her arms still hung at her bedside awkwardly. You could tell she wanted to cross her arms at you, and you winced thinking of how sad it is to be restricted like that.
"Kiddo! You gotta be nice she'll be working alongside me from the next few months! So, do you wanna tell her your schedule thus far, or me?" He asked with a teasing tone, the girl rolled her eyes but turned her head towards yours once more.
"So, I've been here for about two weeks. I should only be here for a week or so more, though it depends heavily on the medication they put me on next. My days are boring as hell and all I do is sit and listen to the TV or try and get schoolwork done with supervision. I am, and I quote, 'too suicidal to be left alone' so." Charlotte said casually and turned back towards Timothy with a bored expression.
"That was, super simple kiddo. I don't know the time schedule you work, so I'll just give you the full day schedule for this young lady here," she scoffed and turned away from him, "at about 10am is when we generally bring her food then at 1pm and again at 6pm. If she's hungry in the inbetween hours there are snacks we can give out."
"God dont make me sound like a cripple, I can do shit on my own I just 'need' supervision from someone." she spoke with air quotes and used a mocking voice.
"Yep, anyway she still should be in school so we have some schoolwork for her at about, three? She can do it by herself with the cuffs, but it's easier to do without them." Timothy explained and gave the handcuffs a weird look. You nodded along and glanced down at the pouting girl.
"If you work late at night then you'll be incharge of managing the night terror side effects."
"Boy those sure are fun! Want to get into my psychosis next or can you leave?" Charlotte spoke extra animated and with a joyful voice. You saw her try and wave her hands around in the air, but the cuffs stopped her. They made a loud jangling noise against the side of the bed every time they moved.
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