She began explaining all sorts of procedures, of how the hospital worked and the strict rules one must obey: no cellphone, no pointed objects or objects made out of anything but paper, no shoes nor clothes— only a pj.
Those all seemed to me absurd, to say the least. But the fact that I would be left in a room, alone, 24/7... that was too much. Why would they want to isolate me? Wouldn't that be bad for me, leaving me alone with my thoughts?
«We will meet everyday, don't worry.»
As if she read my mind and the million worries swirling around in my head, she got up from her seat behing the wooden and tidy desk and crouched before me, taking my hand to give it a gentle squeeze.
«If anything happens, there will be a red button on the wall of you room, right next to the door. If you press it, it will send me a message and I will come straight to you. Understood?»
I nodded, smiling, thankfull that she was the one taking care of me.
She got up and straightened her brownish skirt.
«I'm Doctor Staple and from now on I'll be taking care of you.»
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Cure Me
FanfictionDr. Ellie Staple x Fem!Reader Warning! Contains: suicide; depression; depressive thoughts If you suffer from any mental health problems, such as depression, this might not be suitable for you. Please, seek help if needed, you are not alone.
