Room 13 (Kaylor)

Chapter Fifteen.

A/N: i'm so sorry to say in fact had three chapters drafted meaning the smut is in the next one, BUT I promise you it's absolutely worth it okay it's like a whole chapter of smut...okay anyways here this I guess.
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It's strange, as always, walking past Martha's desk and offering her a smile before making her way towards the dark brown door further down the hall to her right instead of the sky blue one at the beginning of it. But regardless, Taylor flips her hair over her shoulder, finds herself staring a little sadly at the blue door she passes, wondering just what Karlie might be doing behind it.

Things have been just a little awkward between them since the other night, but Taylor hasn't been letting it bother her. She's on her way to recovering from her OCD attacks, she doesn't want anything to stop it's progress. Besides, it's just some stupid little fight that she's sure Karlie will get over in a couple of days, so she simply squares her shoulders before she exhales deeply and raises a hand to knock on the brown door before her, coming to a stop in front of it as she does.

She only knocks once, finds herself smirking when the desire to knock two more times doesn't rise within her like it used to, and she grips the doorknob when a soft voice calls out beyond the door.

"Come in!"

She pushes the door open with a smile, looks towards the desk in the middle of the room to see Jourdan is standing in front of it, not writing down in any files for once as she removes her glasses and smiles up at Taylor lightly with this look in her eyes that the singer can't quite understand...

"Taylor, it's good to see you." She says softly, her smile only growing wider as Taylor makes her way over to her and plops herself down into one of the chairs with a nod.

"Good to see you too, Jourdan." She says simply, placing her purse at her feet and watching the raven haired woman expectantly. She kind of just wants to get this over with, go back home and maybe chill out on the couch for a bit...

Jourdan pauses, this uncharacteristic frown of worry taking over her stunning features before she suddenly does something she's never done before.

She takes the seat beside Taylor with a heavy sigh, prompting the singer to look at her with surprise.

"So, Taylor...how have things been?" Jourdan seems sheepish, is staring at her in this way that has Taylor staring back at her with slight apprehension before she simply shrugs and shifts in her seat uncomfortably.

"They've been good." She says simply, unsure of what else to really say because things have been good...not great, but good, at least...Jourdan frowns, brows creased with worry once again. She doesn't quite understand why Jourdan is suddenly showing so much concern. She's been monitoring Taylor for the last month or so since she started the medication, and she hasn't shown as much worry as she is right now. She's usually smiling when Taylor tells her things have been going well, is glad to hear it, but this time...something's different.

"How are you feeling with the medication? Has there been anything that's causing you concern? And side effects?" Jourdan asks suddenly. Taylor simply shrugs once again, ignoring the immediate voice in her head that reminds her of what Karlie said the other night.

"None that i've noticed. Things have been...good." She lies easily.

Sure, Karlie brought up the fact that the medication was blocking her emotions off completely, but Taylor doesn't think that's the case.

Karlie's just overreacting. And...and even if she's right, is that such a bad thing? For her to be blocked off from her emotions, to just have a moment of peace where she doesn't have to be so cluttered with everything going on in her mind and her heart? Where she doesn't have to feel the hurt and the pain over all that's been taken away from her.