Dr. Jones

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It had been at least two years in the psychiatric ward. You had made lots of progress with Dr. Jones. You were allowed visitors within months of being there, and yet nobody came. It was disheartening. Since the day you were permitted visitors you would ask, "Is Stanley here yet?" Every day the answer was no. It came to a point where eventually you stopped asking. You had lost hope that anyone would arrive.

You and Dr. Jones grew extremely close so she noticed you had been recently, even if you didn't say it. She knew why. That's why she knew she had to do something to help. One day you got a knock on the door and Dr. Jones walked in with a familiar face, somebody you hadn't seen in a very long time. She gave a small smirk as you smiled, tears streaming down your cheeks from joy. "Y/n L/n, it seems as if you finally have a visitor. I'll give you two some time alone." You watched as Dr. Jones left, leaving you alone with someone you hadn't spoken with in a long time. 

"Ipkiss, you came back."

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