«Come, quick.»
I followed her to a nearby nurse who looked at me in shock. She was a newbie, I deduced, since everyone else seemed pretty accostumed to anything related to blood, scars and self-harming in general.
My arm hurt, the cut stung and continued to bleed mercilessly. My head grew heavy and my eyes went almost black.
«Doctor Staple... I don't feel so good.»
Ellie gazed at me worriedly, I could tell, but her expression was firm, almost poker-faced. I dissapointed her, she must be so angry at me, I thought.
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«Do you want to be helped, y/n?»
I glanced at my arm, where the cut couldn't be seen because of the bandages wrapping it.
I didn't reply to her question. Did I? Did I really want to be helped or did I not? I didn't know. Sometimes I felt like even if I had been helped, nothing would have changed.
She sighed, looking down at her crossed arms.
«I can't help you if you don't want to be helped. I can't do something if that something goes against your will.»
I continued to be silent, avoiding her gaze.
«I can tell you how to kill yourself without feeling any pain or I could help you by giving you more medication. The choice is yours.»
I looked at her in disbelief. If she wanted me dead, then what was the point of living? I grew so attached to her and her spoken words cut deep into me, leaving me bleeding.
I gulped, my throat dry. Tears started accumulating in my eye sockets and oh, how I wanted to cry in that moment. But that would have made me weak and I was weak for too long.
A single tear ran down my cheek and I left it running.
Her poker face left me unable to see any emotion she might have been feeling.
I guess that's it, I guess that's the end.
«Tell me.»
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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.
