Liam Trainor

Liam Trainor | Patient | 13 | Insomnia and Adjustment Disorder

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silentnevaeh:

Nevaeh had been really trying to speak a little more lately. It was something completely hard for her, it drained her in every way and it gave her quite a lot of anxiety, but she had to try. Every time that she got a least a couple of words out of her mouth she felt quite proud of herself. The brunette was currently sitting in the rec room reading. Nevaeh looked up when she felt that someone had sat at the other end of the sofa. She thought about it for a second, had to breath a couple of times but finally decided to talk. “Hi.” She said in a soft voice. “I’m Nevaeh.” 

He looked at her and his eyebrows rose just slightly. “Um...I’m Liam,” he offered back. It had been a long time since he had attempted to make a friend or reached out to someone, so this felt foreign and yet held a glimmer or deja vu. A tiny smile graced his lips and he looked away again, picking at his nailbeds. “Uh, so, what are we suppose to do here, exactly?”

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cordeliagallus:

“What the hell do you think you’re looking at?” Cordelia snapped, nearing breakdown point. Her question could have been aimed at anybody in the room considering nobody was actually staring at her, merely perhaps lifting their gazes briefly, but Cordelia didn’t see it that way.

Liam winced and quickly looked away. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t- I didn’t-” A nervous laugh slipped out as he rubbed the back of his neck. Shit, now she was going to think he was laughing at her. “I’m sorry. I am. I’m sorry.”

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donovans-apocalypse:

“Come on, you can tell me. I’m super good at keeping secrets.”

He eyed him, suspiciously. “I just...couldn’t sleep, so I snuck out of the room. Apparently that’s not allowed past a certain time, so I got in trouble. It wasn’t some...big act of rebellion. I just couldn’t sleep. Walking around...helps, sometimes. Not a secret, though. So. Yeah, I don’t-” He shrugged.

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bvmblcbee:

❝ ──y’know, my dads said this place would be SCARY but…i already like it here! the curtains are very nice.❞ though, of course, bee wasn’t COMPLIMENTING the interior design… unknown to the other, she was referencing how the curtains had greeted her and gifted her a warm welcome.  ❝ is it true i get to go to school while i’m here ?? i was homeschooled for a while and, well, my dads said i should make some PEOPLE friends. whatever THAT means…❞  

Liam blinked up at her and shook his head a little. “I don’t-...um, I mean I’m new so I don’t really....I don’t know anything. I’m not the right person to ask?” his voice slipped up in inflection and he winced a little, cracking his fingers with his thumb. “Sorry. I-...sorry.”

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Liam scaled his fingers on the wall as he wandered down the hallway, his steps trepid. The boy eyed the egg-shell paint instead of chancing eye contact with any other passerby; that would be too much mixed with the thoughts cycling around his brain entirely too loudly and too rapidly. What was he expected to do? What was the rec room like? Was he suppose to talk to someone? Did he have to partake in an activity? Where did he sit when he got there? When his fingers tapered off of the wall, falling inside a doorway, Liam inhaled sharply and dipped inside. He immediately sank into the first seat he found and glanced up, trying to get a quick gauge on how many people were there. But he snagged eye contact so he quickly looked away, anxious fingers moving over the hem of his shirt.

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