you're my medicine

Nicholas Grimm; twenty-five, writer, partially sick

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001: our minds are troubled by the emptiness | nicholas + chloe

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Chloe couldn’t help but wonder if it was something she had done that always seemed to make Nicholas seem grumpy or unimpressed. She knew she was still relatively new at this whole counseling, psychology stuff, but she didn’t think it was that obvious. She panicked for a second, was she easier to read then she had thought? She cleared her throat, chasing those thoughts away firmly and smiling politely at Nicholas who still was quietly built into his shell. 

The truth was, Chloe hadn’t seen or spoken to Nicholas since the park incident, which still mortified and embarrassed her to no end, however he seemed to barely acknowledge it himself so she hoped that they could maybe get away with not talking about it. Usually seeing your psychologist crying in a park was not exactly professional, which is why she was so surprised he had still even shown to the appointment, or not asked for a new psychologist in her place. 

Chloe wondered if she had imagined the amused tug of his lips as she had hastily stopped drawing, throwing the notebook down on the ground as if she hadn’t just been doodling a whole bunch of nothing. She tried to discreetly look down at the inside of her wrist, where she may have written a few pointers on how to talk to Nicholas to avoid any silences like there had been last time. Her eyes met the small, looped writing of ‘ask about health’ and she immediately took it into her stride, nodding and thanking her past self for being so well prepared.

 “So, Nicholas.” She began, already cringing at how chirpy and strange she sounded. “Um. How is everything? Your health and such? You’ve been going to all your check ups?” She asked, wondering why she sounded like such a mother hen. She already felt like this was a dry subject and glanced back down at her wrist as discreetly as she could manage before merely sighing, stretching out her legs. I need a coffee, she thought to herself, not even realizing she had muttered the words aloud until they had already escaped her lips. She went red, quickly looking back down at her wrist, trying to find another topic that was about him and not her and her cravings, which was completely unprofessional of her. “Uh- I mean. How has your week been? Have you done anything… Exciting?” It sounded pathetic and flat even to her own ears, which were now probably burning red, but she ignored them, determined to try to keep this conversation flowing.

Despite the fact that Nicholas has never been someone who enjoyed making eye contact longer than a minute, he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off Chloe. Don’t get him wrong, as beautiful as she is with her light blonde hair that seems to be lighting up the room, Nicholas was in fact scanning her features to read any expression or thoughts he could get off her ever since his encounter with the girl at the park. It shocked him to see her in tears that day, and because of his quiet and very withdrawn nature, he found difficulty in approaching her no matter how much he wanted to help her or comfort her. At times, Nicholas finds his introversive side a hassle and much like a curse; it caused him way too much damage especially when people would often mistake his quietness with arrogance from their first meeting; perhaps that’s why he never really have much friends.

As expected, Nicholas averted his gaze away to avoid any eye contact before Chloe could notice him catching a glimpse. He swallowed as he exhaled deeply; rubbing his palms together while he rocked his upper body by an inch, his lips simply rolled inwards. “Everything’s well, I suppose” he began his soft speech, licking his lips as he stopped the motions of his palms rubbing against one another. Somehow, he could sense the nervousness radiating off the girl, and from how experience he is at observing strangers all the way from a coffee shop, he could tell the young lady was trying her hardest to communicate with him in any possible way. “I have… nothing new of course, it’s just a checkup – you know, the usual routine” he shrugged, as his gaze fell down to his clutched hands only to have his head shot back up from soft whispers coming from Chloe’s direction. His brows twitched inwards before they fully furrowed, and as his eyes narrowed slightly, he tilt his head just an inch looking back at the blonde with confusion.

“Do… do you…” he paused, hesitating in finishing his sentence as he didn’t think asking his psychiatrist if she wanted coffee would be appropriate; then again, wouldn’t the idea of holding their appointment in a coffee shop bring less pressure to the both of them? He swallowed the question down his throat, clearing it as he tries to shrug the temptation off though he was still mentally debating the idea causing his cravings to grow every second. Shit, now he wanted his own cup of coffee. “Uhm…” his voice dragged as his lips vibrated from his lips pressed against one another, humming in deep thought. “I wouldn’t say I’ve done anything… exciting – that word… doesn't exist in my vocabulary,” he joked, not able to stop himself from giving out a soft short laugh -- almost sounding like a scoff. “All I’ve done is visit the library.”

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001: our minds are troubled by the emptiness | nicholas + chloe

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Chloe smoothed out her skirt from where she sat on the comfortable chair which was facing towards the currently unoccupied sofa across from her. She looked up at her wall clock, watching the minute hand just pass the hour- hitting exactly 4pm. Nicholas’ appointment had officially begun. She glanced around her office, it was squeaky clean, of course it was, she had tried to add a personal touch but it hadn’t worked for the best, she merely had some dying pot plants in the corner where the window streamed in bright sun rays. But Chloe liked it, it was happy and bright and clean and she liked being in control, therefore messes were never allowed. 

She glanced down at her wrist watch which was perfectly synchronised with her wall clock but it was mainly out of habit. 4:01 PM. She distantly worried- no, wondered- if Nicholas would even show up. As a psychologist, Chloe was not allowed to be worried unless it was in a professional manner. She quickly closed off that thought before it could run away further, clearing her throat and looking down at her open note pad, tapping her pen against the spine of it and noticing she had doodled meaningless flowers and plants intertwining in the corner of it, she frowned at it, noticing one flower looked droopy, sad and quickly begun to try to shade it in, she was so focused on the silly art she didn’t notice the door opening, frowning down at the notebook hard as she scribbled away, harder, almost tearing through the paper. She looked up suddenly and jumped, noticing Nicholas and quickly turning bright red. Professional, professional, stay professional, she instructed herself.

 ”I- Mr Grimm! Take a seat!” She said cordially, unable to stop herself from beaming however, placing down her pen and closing the notebook, placing them at her feet.

Despite the lack of enthusiasm and effort in showing upfor his second appointment with his newly met and introduced psychologist Chloe, Nicholas by all means didn’t mean to waste his time to the very last minute. Although he might have dreaded the day, the thought of his appointment slipped out of his absentminded mind, partially because he still believes the meeting his supposedly caring politician father – who had brainwashed his mother into agreeing – had planned for his son would be nothing but a complete waste of time; and with a rocky relationship he share with his father, Nicholas couldn’t help but think the choice of hiring a psychologist for him was done out of mockery.

Nicholas tapped his fingers impatiently against the steering wheel as he waited for the cars in front of him to move. His eyes continuously wandering up from the windshield and down every ten seconds to the digital clock his car provided on the screen in front of him, causing his anxiety to slightly increase with its last digit changing after a minute gone by. Sure, he’s reluctant to be present at the appointment and would love to use it against his father to cause a fight, but he had no reason to take it out on Chloe who unfortunately is oblivious to the fact that she was the middle person of the current situation with his father.

It didn’t take long till Nicholas was on his feet, making his way over to Chloe’s office. He moved his legs a little faster as he walked, and while he did he silently cursed in his mind, at how unlucky he is to soon be place into a very awkward situation. He began to overthink and recall the last appointment he had with Chloe; the amount of silences already ringing in his ear, predictions of boring topics and empty conversations forming in his head as he approached the door – there’s no escaping now, might as well get over it and treat yourself a black cup of coffee after the appointment, Nicholas.

With his legs rooted in front of Chloe’s office door, Nicholas slowly and hesitantly raised a fairly loose clenched fist but paused within a few short seconds; his mind soon wandering off to a debate on its own. He shook himself out of it, closing his eyes gently as he sighed softly before he finally found the courage to knock the solid surface – though its knocking sound was far too soft to be heard causing quite an inconvenience for the pale skinned male once he opened the door to find his psychologist distracted.

Swallowing rather nervously, the twenty five year old closed the door silently behind him. He took a step forward and closer towards the blonde, his eyes dropping down to the page she seem to be busy scribbling on; but with a much clearer sight of Chloe drawing on the notebook, it amused him in spite of his signature deadpan expression written on his face. Nicholas interrupted the silence by clearing his throat; his brows instantly rising from the female’s sudden expression, her perky personality and greeting causing him to jump the same time she did from his sudden appearance. With no questions asked, Nicholas nodded once in respond, turning his head around twice to look back at the couch before gawkily making his way over to take a seat, just like he was asked.