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[xhelenaxleblancx]

Devin’s reason for not calling the guards was utterly DULL. She was refraining because she actually cared about her well-being? Was this one of those therapists who claimed to truly feel compassion toward their patients? One of those therapists who wanted to “fix the world.” GOD. Helena hoped not. There was no “fixing” her and she didn’t want to be fixed even if there was some magical cure. Despite the heart-warming speech the older woman gave – she still had a FEELING she had enjoyed it at least a little bit. Even the kindest soul on the face of the planet wouldn’t put up with sexual assault just to “save” someone. “Whatever, lady.” Helena let out a sigh of frustration, walking across the room and grabbing a pair of the UGLIEST looking sweats, a T-shirt, and some socks. No shoes. Guess they were afraid she’d use the laces to hang herself or strangle one of the workers. “Yer loss. Would a’ made ya cum harder than you ever cum b’fore.” 

It wasn’t that Helena was SCARED to push the therapist. She prided herself on being able to read people’s weaknesses and this woman was weak as fuck. If she pushed, Devin would crumble beneath her touch. EASY. But, she was gonna be stuck in this institution for a while and she may as well wait ‘til their first one-on-one session to BREAK the woman. The tiny Southern redhead yanked the atrocious sweats on, letting them hang low on her prominent hips, before tugging the T-shirt over her head and slipping on the socks. Was gonna be hard as fuck to convince anyone to fuck her looking like this, but she’d manage. “Happy now? I look like a fuckin’ moron.” 

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Helena was clearly not impressed with her reasoning - and she really couldn’t blame her. There were so many bleeding heart therapists that were completely out of touch with what people actually wanted. Whether Devin was one of them, she wasn’t entirely sure, but she wasn’t going to call it a day and over medicate the girl without giving her a chance. She wasn’t that type of person - and if the patient wanted to scoff at her for it, that was that. Devin was in no place to argue, especially not when the patient was finally picking up her issued clothing to put on. The added comment made the therapist press her back harder against the wall, as if she could melt into it and pretend Helena was wrong. Again, Devin felt that objecting would just be lying, and she swallowed around the nervous lump in her throat. Even considering the validity of the statement was beyond inappropriate, and Devin scolded herself for wondering at all. Helena was clearly getting into her head, the blush on her cheeks and the stirring in her stomach a clear sign. Devin did her best to look calm and collected as she slowly lowered herself from the counter. It was nearly impossible to do, especially with the blush still coloring her cheeks and the slight tremor in her hands. The therapist masked it as best she ould as she smoothed her hands over her scrubs and coat, grateful for the concession. “Yes, I am, actually. Thank you, Helena.” She didn’t understand why, but despite trying hard not to, she found herself smiling just a bit at the frustrated comment. Devin didn’t think that she looked like a moron at all - the clothing wasn’t flattering, but she seemed to wear it confidently. It wasn’t appropriate to consider it cute, and “I won’t forget this, Miss Leblanc,” she added, tentatively placing the girl’s clothes in a gallon ziplock to be stored later. “Cooperating can only help you in the long run. I’ll be sure to put a good word into your records.” It was probably ridiculous of Devin to consider getting dressed to be such a feat, and any other therapist might have written the girl up extensively for her offenses. She was going to add it to her own records and probably provide an amended summary of the incident for the orderlies, but she didn’t want to hang Helena before she could even spend a week at the facility. “Come on, I’ll show you to your room.” Devin made her way to the door and held it open for the patient, gesturing down the hall. 

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Don’t TEST her? What fun would that be? It wasn’t Helena’s choice to be trapped in the institution and she fully intended on juicing as much pleasure from the undesirable situation as possible. Her therapist was hot as fuck – and she was WET. She could feel arousal drenching through thin fabric. Could taste the undeniable sweetness on her lips and it caused her clit to throb painfully between slick folds. She was tempted to slide her hand between her freckled thighs and fuck herself SENSELESS to the taste, but she needed both hands to pry Devin’s legs apart. The fear etched into the lines of the older woman’s face was delicious – something she GOT OFF on and wanted to see more of. Pleasurable groan escaping her throat contradicting the way she was acting. Her body wanted this, but her mind wasn’t allowing it to happen. Helena would have never stopped. She would have tongue-fucked her therapist good and hard, until she was drowning in her cum, if the woman hadn’t pushed her away. Sadly, that was what happened. Devin was curled up in a tight ball, arms wrapped protectively around her knees as she scooted away DESPERATELY. Cornered against the cabinets and the walls like an animal surrounded by lions waiting to be feasted upon. “If y’really didn’t want it, you’d a’ already called the guards, pun’kin.” Despite her words, she didn’t further push the issue at hand – taking a few steps back and curling her toes against cold tile. Tongue darting out to taste the arousal on her lips. “Ya taste really good. Wouldn’t mind drownin’ in yer cum as ya ride my face, doc. Bet you’d like it too.” 

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Her heart was pounding, a combination of fear and something like excitement, she wasn’t really sure. Devin didn’t care to figure it out, it hardly mattered anyway. Fight or flight bounced around in her mind and she was leaning heavily toward FLIGHT. If she ran instead of facing the problem head on, however, she would never she would never get anywhere with the patient or establish her authority. Still, it was extremely difficult to stand her ground with shaky knees and a damp spot between her legs. The most frustrating thing was that Helena was right - if some part of her wasn’t intrigued by the situation, she would have called for help long before the girl’s tongue had touched her. But there was a second reason, too, and she hoped Helena would listen to reason. “You don’t understand, Miss Leblanc. I prefer not to involve the guards this early on - it’s your first night and I’d rather not have you punished or to sent to solitary.” Devin wasn’t a cruel person, she genuinely wanted to help the patients in the facility without hurting them or making the experience more unpleasant than it needed to be. Helena was making that difficult, but Devin wouldn’t let her own weakness land the girl in solitary. She swallowed thickly as the patient licked her lips, no doubt picking up whatever hint of arousal shed picked up from her scrubs. It made the stickiness between her legs that much more uncomfortable, and Devin had to shake the picture the girl painted from her mind. “Miss Leblanc. That sort of talk is inappropriate and I will write you up if you continue. Please, get dressed and I can show you to your room. You can do whatever you like there with the added freedom that solitary doesn’t allow. This is your last chance.” Devin hoped that she was convincing - because she wasn’t entirely sure that she would be able to fight the girl off again. There was no way she’d be able to actually help her if she reacted inappropriately to her advances or encouraged her. There was a reason she’d been assigned to Devin - someone with less patience wouldn’t have given her a fighting chance to get some real HELP, and she was determined to give Helena just that. 

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Something told her the bitch wouldn’t follow through on her words – it was a NATURAL gift she had, reading people’s weaknesses, and Devin didn’t want to give up so easily. And even if she denied it (which she would), her pussy was probably drenched with arousal. ‘Only one way ta find out.’ Her mind teased, TEMPTING her to push the woman’s boundaries and see just how much she could get away with. Worst case scenario she was thrown into solitary for a while. Helena hated people anyway. And if the older woman requested a switch – hopefully the next therapist to take her on would be just as hot. “Aw, c’mon honey. It ain’t fair a’ you ta leave me like this. I’m achin’.” Her lips curled, amusement dancing in her eyes when the therapist hopped up onto the counter and scooted as far away from her as physically possible. As if that was gonna STOP her. “I don’t think yer gonna report me, ma’am.” In a lot of ways Helena was like a child – and like a child, she could tell when an authority figure was too WEAK to do shit and use that to her advantage. She focused intensely on Devin’s eyes, reaching out to grip her knees and force her thighs further apart, before sliding hands up her therapist’s legs and dipping her head down. Nose brushing between Devin’s folds through the fabric of her clothes, “BET yer wet for me.” Flattening her tongue she dragged it over her soft swollen mound through cloth. 

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“I did not leave you any way, Miss Leblanc. You’re acting out and your reaction to the procedure is hardly my fault.” Her only hope was to try and convince Helena that she was making a mistake, but she didn’t appear to be getting anywhere. It was clear that she knew just how much in control she was, and Devin regretted ever showing her any weakness. Once a patient decided that they could control a situation, it was extremely difficult to get it back. Helena’s insistence that she wouldn’t report her was a testament to that - and the worst part was, she probably right. “Don’t test me, Miss Leblanc, I will report this and have you-” Devin was cut off as the patient grabbed her thighs, too shocked with the entire situation to say anything. All she could manage was a frightened squeak as she was pulled forward and Helena’s head lowered predatorily. Before she could argue that she wasn’t wet- a useless attempt anyway considering the state of her arousal - Helena was running her tongue along the fabric between her legs. There was no way that she couldn’t feel it with her mouth right there. There was no use in denying it, and Devin let out a groan before she could stop herself, clenching her jaw quickly to stifle any other sounds that wanted to escape. “Helena,” she reprimanded, pressing the palm of her hand against the girl’s forehead and pushing her away, just enough to pull back. Devin didn’t want to hurt her, but if she didn’t get her mouth off of her, there was a chance that she wouldn’t be able to stop her. “Stop this right now.” White shoes squeaked and Devin slammed her head against the cabinet again, tucking her feet up and scooting back toward the other end of the counter. “This is inappropriate, Helena. Sit down,” Devin used her most convincing voice - likely spoiled by the deep shake - and reached for the walkie talkie that would patch her into security. “Don’t make me call the guards,” she threatened, chest heaving and cheeks a deep red. 

[xhelenaxleblancx]

The woman was just RAMBLING now – words going in one ear and falling out the other as she stood there in her naked glory. Good news was her therapist seemed too caught up in her own internal turmoil to remove the piercings from her nipples or clit. Considering what she’d done to her daddy, she figured they’d remove them as a hazard. Didn’t need her GOUGING someone’s eyes out with them or some shit. “An’ what would I wanna request a new therapist for when I got one with such a hot ass like yers?” Helena sang the words, taking a few steps toward Devin and biting down on her bottom lip as she looked her body over. Woman looked ABSOLUTELY terrified. There was something very arousing about that. Knowing she had such control over her – the power to make her quake in her shoes and stumble over her words. A power she wanted to PLAY with some more. “Y’know, doc. My pussy feels a hell of a lot better without the gloves.” If her therapist was a stronger, more confident woman, she would have never DARED to do something like this, but she knew she could get away with pushing her buttons without consequences. Reaching out, Helena wrapped her fingers firmly around Devin’s thin wrist and shoved her against the counter, FORCING her hand back between her thighs and staring her dead in the eyes with lustful black. Using her own fingers, she pressed against the woman’s and pushed them against her hot slick cunt. “Fuck me for real, honey. I don’t wanna have ta get myself off.”   

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“That’s inappropriate, Miss Leblanc. I’m your therapist, and you cannot wpeak to me like that,” she reprimanded, cheeks going red again at the compliment. As much as she tried, she couldn’t force herself to block it out, to keep her body from responding. It was so frustrating and she felt completely helpless, shaking her head in exasperation. “I may have to request a switch if you continue to behave like this,” she warned, hoping that it would discourage her. Still, some part of Devin didn’t like the idea of handing over her first patient so quickly - something that concerned her right away. There was no reason that she should want to keep a patient that she’d just met, unless she posed some sort of challenge or Devin desperately wanted to help her. She supposed it was a combination of the two. “Wh-what?” There was no question in what Helena meant, but the therapist wasn’t sure why it had been said. That wasn’t until her wrist was being grasped by shaky fingers, anyway. Before Devin could react, she was being backed against the counter and her hand was being pressed between slick thighs. “Miss Leblanc,” Devin squeaked, voice high and breathy as her fingers slid between wet folds. She immediately wrenched her hand away as if she’d been burned, curling her fingers and wincing as the sticky tips met her palm. It was one thing to see how aroused Helena was, but it was entirely different to feel it on her bare skin. “I - will do no such thing,” she insisted, all but scrambling backward and gasping as her back hit the counter. It was terribly unprofessional, but she lifted herself onto it and scooted as far back as she could, her head hitting the cabinet with a small thud. “Step back, Miss Leblanc. I’ll be forced to report you for inappropriate conduct and touching me again could make things much worse. Please,” Devin’s voice shook and she swallowed thickly, struggling to maintain eye contact. It was mortifying, but some part of her desperately wanted to feel it again, the warmth and stickiness between Helena’s thighs. That was an issue in and of itself, and she would address it another time - in that moment, she needed to get a handle on the situation. “Please,” she tried again, her crumbling resolve evident in her tone. 

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“Well…” Having plenty of things inside her - Devin didn’t want to mull over what that meant exactly - was hardly the same as an invasive cavity search, but the therapist wasn’t about to make that clarification. She was having trouble breathing at all, much less arguing over technicalities. Still, she couldn’t let the patient suggest that the procedure was anything more than professional. “There will be no f-” Devin tripped on the word, sighing heavily and setting her jaw. “This is a strictly clinical procedure, Miss Leblanc. Now, if you would let me continue.” As steady as her voice was in that moment, Devin knew that her false bravado would slip in a second - and it did, the moment the patient started reacting. The tips of her ears went red as Helena muttered a pet name at her, and she found herself go completely still as the patient pressed back on her finger. For a brief, mind boggling moment Devin actually contemplated letting her. Out of fascination or desire, she wasn’t sure, but it didn’t matter either way. Helena was clearly not in her right mind, and she refused to take advantage of her whether the girl seemed to want it or not. “Miss Leblanc,” she scolded, steadying the patient with just a bit of pressure on her lower back, “It’s not meant to be pleasurable.” The whimpers somehow settled in her gut with the accusatory comment from earlier, and the therapist felt herself respond. It was embarrassing that she couldn’t do her job. Devin gathered every bit of professionalism she had in her body and curled her finger quickly, rotating her wrist again to ensure that she did a full sweep. “There,” she stated simply, pulling her finger from Helena with a sound that made her face hot and the room feel suddenly smaller. “All done. I’ll take your clothes and we’ll get you a set to wear during your stay.” This was all said hurriedly as Devin all but sped to the disposal container, discarding her gloves hastily.

“FUCKIN’.” Helena finished the woman’s sentence with sarcasm dripping off her tongue and a playful waggle of her hot ass. It was beyond evident that her therapist was trying (and failing) to remain professional – even if internally she was probably having all sorts of SICK and TWISTED thoughts about her new patient. “Yes ma’am. Strictly clinical.” She mocked with a roll of her eyes. The other was really drinking her own Kool-Aid wasn’t she? Didn’t really matter. Whatever Devin wanted to call it – fingers would be INSIDE of her. Just as things had started feeling real good the older woman was firmly holding her in place and scolding her. Her reprimanding tone had the inebriated redhead pouting. It wasn’t FAIR. She wanted so desperately to get off on those fingers. “Mm… It ain’t s’posed ta be, but it feels really fuckin’ good.” Helena groaned and tried again to fuck herself on Devin’s fingers, but the woman was holding her still as her finger circled inside of her cunt. Brushing against that spongy spot in the back of her that always made her cum. This time it was just a brush – a FUCKING TEASE. 

“All done? I ain’t even close ta done. S’okay I’ll finish myself off in my room.” She squirmed around and rubbed her thighs together in frantic search for FRICTION where she needed it most. Tempted to slide her hand between her thighs as she stood up straight again. “Yer blushin’, princess. Like bein’ in my pussy that much?” Helena wasn’t about to just let it go. 

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Devin cleared here throat pointedly and ignored the curse and mocking tone. It was difficult not to react - holding her tongue was one thing, but there was no controlling her body. Her eyes furrowed at the patient’s pout and she wondered why nobody had ever given them hands on experience with a case like Helena’s. They’d trained her to handle violence, anger, and even a certain level of sexual advances - but never how to handle a patient enjoying a cavity search. Devin had been thrown into the deep end, and she just had to learn how to swim. If she swallowed a few mouthfuls of water and came out of it having nearly died, well, it had to make her a better swimmer in the long run. Or so she hoped. 

“There’s nothing we can do about that,” she answered stupidly. It was clear that Helena didn’t mind that it felt good, but Devin didn’t have much of a response. She floundered for something other than a blatant stare at the suggestion that the girl would be taking care of things on her own once she was left alone. “There’s no policy against that,” she explained simply, determined not to let the patient effect her. Devin would have to double check the manual later to make sure, though - her memory was hardly working as her brain was heavily focused on ignoring the way Helena pressed her thighs together. “Miss Leblanc,” she started, a scolding edge in her tone. The blush was unmistakable however, and it only deepened as she tried to defend herself. “If you’re accusing me of something, you’re welcome to file a report or request another therapist. However, I think we can both agree that I’ve been perfectly professional. I don’t enjoy this aspect of my job any more than-” Any more than you do really had no meaning when the patient was clearly aroused, and Devin realized that her usual script was useless in this situation. She was getting closer and closer to drowning. “I’m a professional, Miss Leblanc. If you feel that I acted unprofessionally I apologize. This is my first one on one intake, if you must know, and I’m not accustomed to admitting patients alone. Cavity searches are hardly common, so I’m sure you can understand any awkwardness. I apologize if I’ve made you feel uncomfortable. You’re more than welcome to request a new therapist tomorrow.” Honesty was sometimes the best policy, but Devin had a feeling that admitting her inexperience to the patient would be worse than the deep end - she was possibly throwing herself to the sharks. 

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“Trust me, had plenty a’ things up there. I’ll be fine.” She’d be MORE than fine. This was exactly what the teenager wanted. She wanted to feel those fingers inside of her cunt – feel them stretching her walls good and wide. Helena’s lips twisted KNOWINGLY when she heard the way her therapist’s voice broke. A tell-tale sign of nerves, discomfort, or arousal. She figured it was a bit of all three combined. A soft gasp escaped her throat as fingers danced along the inside of her pale freckled thigh. Inching up her leg toward where she NEEDED her most. “Enough a’ the foreplay, lady. Let’s get ta the fuckin’.” Devin was blatantly hesitating and it was making her grow impatient and irritated. Wasn’t this part of the job? Shouldn’t the woman be used to this kind of crap? She had a degree didn’t she? To be honest, Helena HARDLY felt the finger as it slid into her pussy. She was used to having more – being filled up to the fullest. And the gentle prodding and searching was medical and boring. It had the sociopath almost pouting. “S’okay, baby.” She muttered, pushing her hips back and forcing her therapist’s finger even further inside of her. TRYING to ride the digit deep. Wanting to really feel it. “It ain’t so bad. I kinda like it.” Biting down on her bottom lip she pushed her hips back again, whimpering softly as the gloved finger probed her insides. 

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“Well...” Having plenty of things inside her - Devin didn’t want to mull over what that meant exactly - was hardly the same as an invasive cavity search, but the therapist wasn’t about to make that clarification. She was having trouble breathing at all, much less arguing over technicalities. Still, she couldn’t let the patient suggest that the procedure was anything more than professional. “There will be no f-” Devin tripped on the word, sighing heavily and setting her jaw. “This is a strictly clinical procedure, Miss Leblanc. Now, if you would let me continue.” As steady as her voice was in that moment, Devin knew that her false bravado would slip in a second - and it did, the moment the patient started reacting. The tips of her ears went red as Helena muttered a pet name at her, and she found herself go completely still as the patient pressed back on her finger. For a brief, mind boggling moment Devin actually contemplated letting her. Out of fascination or desire, she wasn’t sure, but it didn’t matter either way. Helena was clearly not in her right mind, and she refused to take advantage of her whether the girl seemed to want it or not. “Miss Leblanc,” she scolded, steadying the patient with just a bit of pressure on her lower back, “It’s not meant to be pleasurable.” The whimpers somehow settled in her gut with the accusatory comment from earlier, and the therapist felt herself respond. It was embarrassing that she couldn’t do her job. Devin gathered every bit of professionalism she had in her body and curled her finger quickly, rotating her wrist again to ensure that she did a full sweep. “There,” she stated simply, pulling her finger from Helena with a sound that made her face hot and the room feel suddenly smaller. “All done. I’ll take your clothes and we’ll get you a set to wear during your stay.” This was all said hurriedly as Devin all but sped to the disposal container, discarding her gloves hastily.

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Just as she’d expected, a cavity search. She wasn’t sure what all it would entail, but she knew it meant the girl stuffing her fingers inside of her body in one way or another – even if she’d never had a girl wear gloves while doing it. She figured it would be just like a condom. Would give her enough to FANTASIZE about when she got to her room and fucked herself mindlessly into the mattress. Helena’s eyes remained fixed INTENSELY on her therapist. Eyes black pools of mischief watching her every move. Waiting to see what she would do next. The sociopath lived life like a game. Constantly watching people and waiting for them to make their move before countering. Her goal always to get whatever it was she wanted. “Yes, ma’am.” She drawled, biting down playfully on her bottom lip and spreading her legs wider. Showing off her GLISTENING pussy. She was by no means a virgin and she was positive the older woman could see the way her cunt opened up eagerly. There was something so damn exhilarating about the fact that this was so fucked up and forbidden. The two could never truly fuck – the woman would lose her job, but GOD Helena wanted to fuck the bitch senseless. ‘Ain’t like she’s good at her job anyhow.’ “That better for ya?” Her tone was suggestive, skin burning where the hand rested at the base of her spine. Wishing she could feel flesh on flesh. 

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The patient’s willingness to comply made Devin hesitate and second guess her decision. Surely, a cavity search was what she’d wanted all along, and it made her feel like an absolute fool for thinking otherwise. Still, a nagging voice told her that it was in her best interest to proceed. Backing down would show weakness, and if Helena really was hiding something, she could lose her job if she didn’t do the search thoroughly. Devin took a shaky breath as the girl asked if her position was suitable. “Yes, thank you,” she replied, keeping her tone as professional as possible as she braced herself. “you might experience brief discomfort, but this should be over quickly.” Devin tried and failing to keep her voice from cracking. Her hands shook as she placed a gloved hand on the patient’s inner thigh, willing herself to carry out the rest of the procedure. It was extremely rare that strip searches turn into cavity checks, much less on an orderly’s very first intake, and Devin was sure that some higher being was punishing her. For what exactly, she wasn’t sure - maybe her physical reaction to Helena. Either way, it was unfair and Devin wanted nothing more than to leave. Her job was precious to her, though, and she wasn’t about to lose it because a patient wanted to get a rise out of her. With a small gulp, she finally pressed a single finger into the patient, her cheeks reddening as it slid in with ease. The patient’s evident arousal from earlier was surely the reason and Devin did her best not to react to the thought. “S-sorry,” she mumbled, hyper aware of the discomfort she was likely feeling from the cold glove. She slid her finger as far as the base, twisting her wrist slightly to press around the patient’s inner walls. It was cold and clinical, and Devin hesitated - she would have to curl her finger next to catch anything that might be inside her. “Almost done,” she mumbled - in what she hoped was a professionally encouraging tone. 

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AWKWARD – That was a good word to describe the moment. There she was, bent over with her ass up in the air waggling it around, and being told to cough? Of all the things girls had asked her to do—that wasn’t one of them. Tension was thick in the air and she couldn’t tell if the woman was intrigued, turned on, or just plain scared. “Cough? You got some weird kinks, lady.” Helena furrowed her brow, confused by why she would do something so fucking STUPID. Did the woman expect drugs to fall out of her ass? When her therapist elaborated, she rolled her dark eyes and gave in. (Wasn’t like she gave a shit if she made a fool of herself.) Coughing three times in a row. Slow and steady. Just as instructed. “Does it look like I’m carryin’ any items on my person?” The sociopath shot back mockingly, waggling her ass around again and bracing herself against tile with her hands. Palms flat against the ground – ass pushed up into the air. Surely, the older woman could see the way her pussy was glistening with arousal. “What’s further inspection mean, sug?” Helena glanced over her shoulder so that she could look the therapist dead in the eyes as she spoke. Arousal STICKY between freckled thighs. She was aching to be fucked and if this bitch wouldn’t do it, she’d do it when she got to her room. “Y’might wanna stick yer fingers in there an’ check it out. Cops did drive me off the side a’ the road—could a’ hid somethin’.” LIAR. She hadn’t hid jack shit, she just wanted fingers buried inside of her holes wiggling around in her gut.

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“You got some weird kinks, lady.” The words hit Devin and settled deep in her gut, somehow effecting her more than the other slew of comments the patient had made that night. It felt like an accusation, and she felt her face pale suddenly. Helena was trying to get a rise out of her, trying to get her to react, and she had to fight the urge to argue. “Standard procedure, Miss Leblanc,” she replied curtly. Despite the dead set stare on a completely safe patch of skin on Helena’s back, Devin knew that her eyes wanted to roam. It was so incredibly unprofessional, she was well aware of that, and she did her best to fight it. If she let herself react, she would be no better than the disgraced doctors in her field that took advantage of their patients. Granted, having a physical reaction to obvious advances was something she couldn’t help, but it made her feel terrible all the same. The therapist straightened her back and bit her cheek, watching with a steady gaze as Helena coughed. Devin was grateful that the tell tale signs of contraband weren’t apparent - though the obvious slickness glimmering off the patient’s folds definitely was. She gulped and pushed that thought from her mind, scribbling something on her clipboard and preparing to remove her gloves. “Further inspection would mean a cavity search,” she explained, slowly realizing her mistake in ever mentioning it. Devin chastised herself for the sudden flash of a thought in her mind - the momentary desire to jump at the opportunity. She wasn’t sure where it came from, and it was gone just as quickly, but her stomach twisted anyway. Devin took a tentative step forward, faltering as she stared, a glint of silver catching the light and taunting her. As if it new that she didn’t have the gall. She wasn’t sure what she was doing - she could check Helena if she had reason to. Waffling and giving the patient the option made her look like a fool. But she wasn’t sure if the girl was pushing for the inspection or trying to scare her into not conducting one in order to hide something. If Helena mentioned this to someone, that she’d suggested carrying drugs and hadn’t been checked, Devin could be held liable if anything was found in the future. The therapist let out a shaky sigh and stepped forward. “Spread your legs an inch or two more, please,” she instructed, placing her palm on the small of Helena’s back.

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OBVIOUSLY she’d pissed the bitch off when she mentioned her anxious reaction to seeing a naked person – wasn’t anything new for the young girl, she was always pissing someone off by voicing her thoughts. Right now she was high and wasted on top of it so all censors were off. Words seemed to spill freely from her lips when she was like this. It could be DANGEROUS. “Jesus lady, don’t get yer panties in a twist. Jus’ teasin’ ya.” Helena drawled sarcastically, standing before her therapist in all her glory. Loving the way those pretty eyes drank in every inch of skin. Not missing the shift to her pussy and the piercing peeking out between arousal-slick folds. Brows shot up and her smirk tangled DEMENTEDLY when the older woman bluntly asked her to spread her legs. Plenty of people had said those words to her in her lifetime (never quite in this setting), but it still served to turn her on. “Yes, ma’am. Straight ta the point. Like a gal who takes what she wants.” Helena sang suggestively, dark eyes glimmering with mischief as she bent over – sticking her ass into the air and waggling it around a little. Abdomen flat and parallel to the tiled floor. She wondered what this strip-search would entail. SECRETLY hoping the woman would have to stick her fingers inside of her holes to make sure she hadn’t stuffed drugs up there. Thought had her throbbing painfully. “Like this?” 

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Goading and teasing was something Devin had been warned about during her training for the position at the institution. It was common for patients to attempt to get a rise out of the staff with insults or lewd comments, to act out for attention or just for some entertainment. Devin knew that, and she tried her best to ignore the admission. It would be in her best interest not to mention that it was rude and inappropriate of Helena to tease like that - it was hardly high school, and she had to keep a level head in such situations. Things would get much worse the longer she worked at the institution, and it was best that she get used to it. Devin had to clench her jaw to not respond to any of the girl’s further comments and suggestions - she was hardly the type to take what she wanted. If the situation wasn’t so nerve wracking, that might have been laughable, but it only served to make Devin’s palms sweat beneath her latex gloves. She merely shook her head and returned to the task at hand - staring at Helena’s very bare backside and biting her lip before responding. “Yes. Just like that.” Someone else might have taken her suddenly steady voice to be a good sign - but as the sound hit her ears, the therapist frightened herself. Devin had an urge to play her hand on the small of the girl’s back, if only to steady her - or that’s what she was telling herself. Meanwhile, a smaller, more honest voice in her head told her that she just wanted the contact. She ignored both of them. They weren’t supposed to touch the patients during strip searches unless it was absolutely necessary, and Helena hadn’t done anything to suggest that she was smuggling any weapons or drug paraphernalia on - or rather in - her person. Aside from that, Devin was deathly afraid of touching her at all - much less conducting a cavity search. Instead, she stood with something like horror and rapt attention, gulping thickly before giving further instruction. “Cough, please.” The entire procedure was rather degrading and vulgar, and just like the first time she’d observed one, Devin wondered why she’d ever chosen a job that required her to carry them out. She wondered how she’d ever been hired in the first place, when it took a great amount of willpower not to walk right out of the room and have a long conversation with her friend and colleague about the inappropriate reaction she was having to the patient. Devin was a professional, a well trained one at that and she wondered how all of that had gone out the window on her very first intake. She steeled herself and added, “Three coughs, slow and steady. You don’t happen to be carrying any items on your person, do you miss Leblanc? If any items are found on your person following intake, you could face punishment. The hospital and arresting officers didn’t suggest any possible hidden items, so after the cough test we should be able to determine that you’re cleared without any further inspection, unless you indicate otherwise. Anything surrendered voluntarily won’t be held against you.” 

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Helena had only opened up about the cuts on her chest because she KNEW the woman was gonna see them whenever she stripped her down. IF that ever really happened – she was starting to think it was a myth. Her therapist seemed to be avoiding it. Something about her demeanor told the sociopath that she was uncomfortable with the idea. Only made her want to push the subject more. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. “Whatever.”  She shrugged. 

“I ain’t got no problem strippin’ down naked for ya, honey. S’all these questions I can’t fuckin’ stand.” FUCK. There was that delectable blush painting those pretty cheeks and dancing down her neck. Poor girl. She was acting like she’d never seen a naked girl before in her life. How the fuck was she gonna do THIS job for a living? Not Helena’s concern. She didn’t care. Woman could fail at life and have her world fall apart and it wouldn’t effect her one teeny-tiny bit. “You a virgin or somethin’? Yer actin’ like you ain’t ever seen a naked person ‘fore in yer life.” Blunt as always. Reaching up with shaky fingers, she started to fidget with the buttons on her flannel shirt. Unbuttoning one after the other before shrugging thin fabric over shoulders and dropping it to the ground. Never one to wear a bra it left her chest exposed. A few cuts from daddy drawn between perky tits. Piercings dangling from hard peaks. Next to go were her shoes and baggy jeans. Shaven pussy on display. Metal bar peaking out between folds. “Now what? Y’want me ta dance?” 

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The girl’s dismissive attitude wasn’t anything Devin hadn’t encountered before. The terms of endearment paired with the slew of curses was something Devin couldn’t help but file away. Helena was obviously upset with the prying questions - most patients were, especially when it came to self injury or suicide attempts. The sexual advances and flirtatious attitude was a way of deflecting - or that’s what Devin was led to believe at first glance. There was always more to a patient’s story and psyche than met the eye. Unfortunately, Devin didn’t have much time to mull over the ins and outs of Helena’s responses - because the girl was stripping without a care in the world. Her fingers were visibly shaking, but the therapist assumed that it was due to the possibly cocktail of drugs and alcohol in her system - she didn’t seem nervous at all. Unlike Devin, who suddenly had one hand gripping the counter. She reached behind herself to pull a pair of gloves from the box on the counter, diverting her eyes as the girl removed her clothes. Devin couldn’t help the frown and a small sound of surprise at the marks on her chest. Anger flared in her for a moment - she’d never been able to help emotional reactions to things like that, especially with her imagination. She could only wonder what had caused the large injuries - and Devin made a mental note to go down that path in their first session. With a gulp, she let her eyes roam over Helena’s body - only a quick, completely professional pass. "That’s hardly relevant,” she answered, fighting the urge to explain that she definitely had seen naked people before in her life - and not only in a professional capacity. 

Devin reminded herself that such a question wasn’t appropriate to ask, much less for her to discuss with a patient. Still, she hated when people assumed that she was a completely inexperienced person just because she wasn’t comfortable with certain things. It wasn’t exactly out of the ordinary for someone to blush at such sexual advances - she knew that. Still, the therapist couldn’t meet her eyes, and she swallowed nervously as she wondered what the glint of silver was between her legs. That’s not a professional question, she thought, scolding herself. “That won’t be necessary. If you could spread your legs, please,” she instructed, struggling to snap the latex gloves into place and taking a deep breath. “And you’ll have to bend over, with your back parallel to the ground.” 

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If she wasn’t an INSANELY paranoid person who was doped up and drunk off her ass, she might have cared to spot the sincerity in her tone as she said she wasn’t pretending. Didn’t really matter if she was pretending or not – this woman wasn’t gonna FIX her. No amount of therapy or meds could do that trick. “Sorry, ma’am.” She wasn’t sorry. “Psycho. Crazy bitch. Coo-coo for coco puffs. Whatever the fuck y’wanna call it.” Helena was perfectly aware of the fact that those words wouldn’t be acceptable either. Rules were meant to be broken, though. And she was the one meant to break them. “Ones on my arms were.” The Southern girl relented – growing TIRED and BORED with the conversation. Girl was hot and she was excited to strip for her, but she didn’t like talking about this kinda shit. She didn’t like talking. PERIOD. “One on my chest wasn’t.” That was thanks to good ol’ daddy when he slammed her face through the kitchen window. Luckily, the glass hadn’t cut deep enough to need stitches or wrapped. Would just leave a nice scar. “S’that all?” Her tone was one of frustration and nonchalance. Nails scraping under the sticky surface of the tape holding her bandages in place. Her therapist’s reaction to her playful comments hadn’t gone unnoticed. Ducking her head embarrassed. Blushing profusely. Hiding behind her hair. “Yer blushin’, sug. Y’sure you ain’t a ‘lil “excited” ‘bout seein’ me naked?” 

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Devin let out a sigh, blowing a tuft of hair out of her face in the process and scribbling furiously. She wasn’t going to acknowledge Helena’s obvious attempt at upsetting her - and the girl didn’t have to know that she was using the post it she always stuck to forms when she wanted to look like she was writing something down. Instead, there was a scrambled cloud of black scribbles jumbled on the note, staring back at her as she took in a deep breath. Just as she was counting to ten in her head - she got to five - Helena was cooperating again. Patience really was a virtue. “Okay. Thank you for being honest, Helena,” she started, taking note of the injuries and the self harm. She would have to ask about it again in their sessions. The therapist didn’t expect to be given more information past that, but she was pleasantly surprised at the offered information. Devin wasn’t exactly happy about the fact that she’d been injured by someone else, though. It made her think about what had been said about Helena when they brought her in, and she was sure to note that in her record. “Alright, I’ll add that to your file. We can discuss that another time.” Devin gave a small sound of acknowledgment and wrote down the additional notes, giving her a small nod. “Yep,” she answered, standing from her position and blushing again at the observation. She shook her head at Helena’s question and fidgeted with her pen, securing it to the clipboard and setting it aside with a slight clatter. “I’m not-” she started, clearing her throat and stopping herself. Entertaining the question would encourage her further, and she was so clearly blushing that there was no point in lying. “I dislike this process just as much as you do, Helena. This is intake protocol and I would appreciate it if you’d make this easy for the booth of us.” Devin stated simply, turning her back to Helena and holding onto the counter to steady herself. “You need to remove your clothes and set them aside, please.” She explained, wishing she could stare at the sink for the remainder of the encounter. But she was the one in charge of searching Helena, and that simply wasn’t possible. She had to suck it up. The therapist plucked a plastic ziplock from the box in the cupboard and set it on the counter. “We’ll give you a storage back and keep them for you during your stay.” 

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As suspected, this woman was a shy and FRAGILE soul that Helena could effortlessly play with. Like a cat swatting around a toy. Way her cheeks flushed bright pink and she stumbled over her words was proof enough of that. Made her wonder how far she could push the girl before BREAKING her. If she was gonna be trapped in the institution, she might as well have some fun. The alcohol in her system was lowering her inhibitions more than they normally were (which was low as fuck). 

“Doctor.” She mirrored the serious tone her therapist was using on her. Knowing what was coming next. A whole bunch of BULLSHIT about helping her and how she needed to be honest. Same ol’ crap they all said. Truth be told, the question seemed redundant and pointless – they knew what had happened to her arms. Helena’s face returned to the blank, uncaring state it had been in when she arrived. This girl really thought she was just gonna open up and spill her guts all over the table for the world to see? “Don’t play dumb with me an’ don’t pretend ta give a shit.” She spat, licking over her teeth again. Almost compulsively. You could blame the drugs for that, and the picking, and the tapping. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. “Y’know what happened. Wouldn’t be in here if I wasn’t a nut.” A pause and she returned to picking at her skin. Fingers teasing along the medical tape. “I don’t wanna talk ‘bout it. Wouldn’t you rather see me naked, anyhow?” 

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Being outright mocked was a bit irritating, but mostly in the way that got under Devin’s skin and made her feel under qualified for her job. Condescension wasn’t something she responded well too, and she set her jaw as she continued writing down a few notes. She tried not to react to the sudden change in the girl’s demeanor - she was clearly high, drunk, or both. Not to mention the fact that it wasn’t pleasant being dragged into a mental institution in the wee hours of the morning. Devin reminded herself of this as she met the girl’s eyes - but her face fell at the anger in her voice. She was right  to doubt, to question the therapist’s motives and sincerity. It was rare or people to actually care about the patients, they grew jaded and bitter over time or simply started off hating their jobs and doing it for the money. While she wasn’t either of those people, Devin didn’t feel that it was the time to argue.

“I’m not pretending,” she stated simply, flicking her eyes back down to her clipboard and momentarily tapping her pen against the plastic in time with Helena’s foot. Devin pursed her lips at her non-answer, sighing and raising a brow at her. She didn’t know the specifics of the incident, but she guessed that they were self inflicted. They would likely get the full story later in session, and the treatment suggestions would be on her charts once they were sent over from the hospital. Pushing the conversation would likely make her hit more walls, and Helena was probably exhausted - so she settled for the one question she really needed for her evaluation. “We don’t use that word in here, Helena.” She admonished, discouraging the use ‘nut’.  “You don’t need to tell me everything. You can jujst tell me if were they self inflicted. I just need a yes or no.” Devin leaned back in her chair a bit, prepared to wait the girl out - but her calm demeanor faltered at the teasing comment. “N-no,” she replied stupidly, as if the question of what she wanted to do more wasn’t rhetorical. Devin quickly shook her head as if to shake that picture from her mind. She dropped her pen in a momentary fumble and cleared her throat, letting a curtain of hair cover her face as she picked it up and straightened her face again. It was going to be a long night. “I just - need you to answer the question, Helena. The other - that comes later.” 

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Lips tangled dementedly and her eyes seemed to light up at the mention of a strip-search. Something that would frighten and HUMILIATE most people. Only sounded like a fun chance to play with the poor little worker. Plus, any chance she got to get naked was a chance she enjoyed taking. “Gonna strip me down an’ spank me for bein’ a bad girl, doc?” Helena teased. Southern accented tone deep and suggestive. She just couldn’t HELP herself. Every ounce of enthusiasm drained from her face when the woman reacted to her name. Big annoying smile stretching across her face. Gratitude clinging to words. “Ain’t a big fuckin’ deal. S’jus’ my name.” 

It was a bit surprising how easily the therapist was dealing with her. Reaching for her arm and wrapping the band around her bicep without a second-thought. Sure, they had security all around, but she’d just STABBED her daddy thirteen times in the chest. She could kill this bitch no problem if it meant getting out of here. Didn’t even know her. Still, she wasn’t stupid enough to jump to hasty solutions. She’d wait it out and see how long she was stuck in this joint – see if she was getting prison time, then she’d make her move. “Thank Jesus. Dunno what I’d do if I was dead.” Helena teased, shifting back in the chair and tapping her foot AGGRESSIVELY against the floor. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Fingers curling and uncurling against jeans. “Shavin’ accident. Mama always told me not ta shave my arms ‘cause the hair’d grow back thicker. Should a’ listened.” Liar. Woman would have to be mentally handicapped not to realize she was being a smart-ass cunt. 

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By the time she placed the smile for what it was - some sort of cunning, unbridled joy - it was too late for Devin to prepare herself for the oncoming sentence. She’d never been very good at handling certain situations. Namely overtly sexual comments like the one tearing through her eardrums, making her blush at least two shades of pink and choke on air. Devin fumbled with her clipboard and shook her head, as if it was a serious question. “N-no, just - your basic search.  Check for weapons, drugs, the usual,” Her voice barely broke and for that she was thankful, willing her cheeks to cool back to their normal tone.

It wasn’t uncommon for patients to be irritated by the orderlies’ cheeriness - not that many of them were cheery. But please and thank yous were apparently not top priority for people in the institution. Still, it was part of Devin’s bedside manner, and she wasn’t going to change that. She gave the girl a small smile and ignored the rude comment, setting her clipboard aside to remove her cuff. Devin actually let out a small chuckle at her comment, a small smile forming on her face as she tore the velcro of the cuff apart. She moved along slowly and stored it again, eyebrows furrowing at the insistent tapping of the girl’s foot. It was clear that Helena was growing bored with the whole situation, and Devin knew that she had to speed things up before she got too impatient. Part of her wanted to keep stalling to avoid the strip search, as unprofessional as that would be. The answer to her question didn’t come as a surprise, and though it bothered her that the girl was blatantly lying, it was a bit of a relief. “Helena,” she started, her tone edging into more serious territory. “In order to help you, we need to know everything that happened, just the way that it happened. We’ll get to the truth eventually, but cooperating here and now will make things run a lot more smoothly.” Devin tried to keep her tone light, careful not to be scolding just yet. If she could get Helena to work with her they were a lot more likely to have less trouble later on - though something told her that would be easier said than done with this girl. “We can discuss the specifics in session some other time, but can you at least tell me the basic breakdown of what really happened?” 

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Devin was no stranger to angry curses and misplaced hostility thrown her way, and she did her best not to appear phased at the girl’s response. She’d been practicing her aloof face for ages, but it came in especially handy with patients. Still, years of practicing couldn’t prepare her for the full onslaught of an angry new arrival that was obviously inebriated and injured. It was probably disrespectful to think it, but she usually came in contact with patients once they’d already been somewhat subdued or sedated - usually both. With a somewhat wary smile and a shrug - dismissal was the best way to react to hostility - she tried again. “We don’t have your charts in the system yet and I have to make sure we have everything right. I’m sure you understand.” Devin tried to ignore the way she was being sized up by the girl, instead focusing intently again on her clipboard. 

“So if you could tell me your name and age, that would help us a lot here,” she explained, eyeing the patient’s bandaged wounds and making a few more notes on the forms. She would have to ask how they were acquired and whether they were self inflicted, and that was likely going to be difficult. Devin almost wished she’d gotten something simple for her first intake - but a challenge was always a good way to grow, and she had to take it in stride. “We’ll have to take your vitals, too, and - carry out some other intake procedures.” Devin swallowed thickly and turned away from the patient to pull out the blood pressure cuff, pulling a chair over and gesturing for the girl’s arm. If she took things slowly and kept calm, it was far more likely that the patient would cooperate - that’s what she’d always been told by her instructors, anyway. “I need to take your blood pressure, okay? You can give me your name and age while we take care of that.” 

With trained security watching her every move – it wasn’t like she could REALLY act out like she wanted to. Even in her inebriated state she wasn’t a total moron. When she was younger her folks put her in therapy for a few years. A pathetic attempt to fix their Devil of a daughter who had strayed too far off the path. It had only taken her a few sessions to realize the best method for appeasing people like this. LYING. Acting out like she truly wanted would only end with her in a straight-jacket tied to a bed. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” The words tumbled past her lips as she continued to fidget anxiously. Arms wrapped up in medical tape and gauze. She wanted to rip right through it all and tear into her veins – she wanted this bitch to SHUT UP !

“What kinda procedures, doc?” Helena’s tone was sodden with BLATANT sarcasm and she never removed her gaze from the therapist. As the woman neared her, she could see that she definitely was a hot young thing. Probably new to the job. Throw an intern at a nutcase murderer – smart move. Licking over her teeth, she held out her arm to the girl. Letting her do her thing. POINTLESS really.  “Helena LeBlanc.” She rasped. Dark eyes connecting with the stranger’s through a tangled mane of hair. Empty and black. Stare unwavering. “Eighteen.” Just turned a few weeks back. Reason she’d decided to finally get the Hell outta Texas and away from her daddy. Reason he’d flipped the fuck out on her. Some sick little part of the sociopath enjoyed how naive and kind this woman was. Would be easier to manipulate and mold her. “What’s the verdict? Am I alive, honey?”  

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Devin couldn’t help but frown to herself at the muttered curses, scribbling again as the girl fidgeted away. It was sometimes distressing watching the patients get so frustrated, like they wanted to crawl out of their skin or were on the verge of bursting. Supposedly, the orderlies got used it. Devin wasn’t so sure she would - but she’d chosen the profession for a reason, and a bit of discomfort on her end was hardly anything in comparison to that of the girl before her. 

“Just the usual procedures - vitals, strip search, rule rundown, a quick tour, and your room overview,” Devin explained, overlooking the obvious disdain in the girl’s voice and rattling off the itinerary. She nervously padded the strip search between the other boring procedures of the night, already dreading having to do it at all. Seeing it done by the other staff members had been enough to make her nervous, and having a complicated intake on her first night on top of it certainly wasn’t helping. But she shrugged it off, smiling wide as the patient gave her name. “Thank you, Helena,” she responded, scribbling her name and age down and willing herself not to flinch at her stare. There had already been a few overheard whispers when they brought the girl in, and it was clear that even the officers suggested that she was dangerous. The therapist wasn’t one to jump to conclusions, and she took Helena’s arm gently, seemingly without fear. She wrapped the band around the girl’s arm and pushed the button to turn the machine on, biting her lip to stifle a laugh at the girl’s question. “Looks like it,” she noted, jotting down the information from the screen. “Can I ask how you got those?”, she asked conversationally and gesturing to the bandages. “I know they treated them at the hospital but we need to keep a record of them and keep an eye on them while you’re here.” 

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RAGE – was too tame a word to describe the overwhelming frustration coursing through the tiny redhead’s veins in that moment. Dancing with the drugs and alcohol in her blood system. Heart THUNDERING painfully in her chest. She’d been on the interstate to freedom. So close she could taste it in the thick polluted air on the outskirts of Las Vegas. Red and blue flashing lights, loud familiar sirens, had crushed her dreams. She’d tried to get away, but the police drove her off the side of the road. Truck stuck in a fucking ditch and no way out. They surrounded her vehicle and when she tried to attack them, they restrained her. That was when they noticed the deep gashes down her wrists and across her thighs. Blood seeping through tattered denim. 

Of course, they’d cleaned all that up at the hospital. Bandaged her up real good and slapped a pair of cuffs ‘round her wrists before ushering her into the mental facility. Guess mama was right all those times she called her CRAZY. “Fuck.” Helena growled the word, glaring up at the officer who pushed her through the door. White walls everywhere. Cuffs were removed and nails were instantly digging into flesh. Reopening closed wounds. “Fuckin’ Christ. This place s’gonna drive me insane. Could use a ‘lil color.” She tripped over her own feet due to the alcohol in her system – internally attempting to figure out a way to escape. Maybe she could hold this BITCH hostage. “Whatever, lady.” She muttered sarcastically, crossing her legs on the chair and burying nails in skin. Those things were wiggling around inside of her, again.

“Sure they already told ya all that shit. How many times I gotta repeat myself?” Helena glanced up at the woman – really taking her in for the first time since she sat down. Simple looking girl. Pretty though. Or maybe she was too fucking drunk to know and the bitch was ugly as fuck. 

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Devin was no stranger to angry curses and misplaced hostility thrown her way, and she did her best not to appear phased at the girl’s response. She’d been practicing her aloof face for ages, but it came in especially handy with patients. Still, years of practicing couldn’t prepare her for the full onslaught of an angry new arrival that was obviously inebriated and injured. It was probably disrespectful to think it, but she usually came in contact with patients once they’d already been somewhat subdued or sedated - usually both. With a somewhat wary smile and a shrug - dismissal was the best way to react to hostility - she tried again. “We don’t have your charts in the system yet and I have to make sure we have everything right. I’m sure you understand.” Devin tried to ignore the way she was being sized up by the girl, instead focusing intently again on her clipboard. 

“So if you could tell me your name and age, that would help us a lot here,” she explained, eyeing the patient’s bandaged wounds and making a few more notes on the forms. She would have to ask how they were acquired and whether they were self inflicted, and that was likely going to be difficult. Devin almost wished she’d gotten something simple for her first intake - but a challenge was always a good way to grow, and she had to take it in stride. “We’ll have to take your vitals, too, and - carry out some other intake procedures.” Devin swallowed thickly and turned away from the patient to pull out the blood pressure cuff, pulling a chair over and gesturing for the girl’s arm. If she took things slowly and kept calm, it was far more likely that the patient would cooperate - that’s what she’d always been told by her instructors, anyway. “I need to take your blood pressure, okay? You can give me your name and age while we take care of that.” 

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The familiar buzz of the intake door had roused Devin from her desk nap - not that she’d dozed off or anything. Night shifts just took a bit of getting used to, especially after she’d knocked herself out of the all-nighter habit. She blinked the sleep out of her eyes and willed herself to sit up in her chair when she heard the tell-tale sounds of Devin scrambled and sprung into action, her obnoxiously white shoes squeaking their way to the intake area as the officers brought in the first patient of the night. It was the first intake Devin would be doing on her own, and it was just her luck that the girl seemed to be inebriated and hostile. 

With a deep breath, Devin crossed the hall and approached the nurse’s table where the patient was instructed to sit. She fumbled a bit with her clipboard for a second, not meeting the girl’s eyes as she straightened her forms. “Hi. I’m Devin. I’ll be asking you a few questions and taking your vitals tonight, before showing you to your room,” she started, going over the script in her mind to keep from tripping up. She scribbled down a few height and weight estimates and finally met the patient’s eyes, asking a few basic questions. “Name, and age, please?” she started, giving the girl an unsteady smile.