#technician-reader

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isolation

TW: Talking about mental health, Lloyd trauma, he in a mental health institution, he needs healing, depression, anxiety, abandonment issues, childish behavior, lloyd having delusions reader is intern, reader and Lloyd are around the same age, may be inaccurate and non canon in same ways.

Once you graduate from university, you immediately had a job opportunity. The job was working at a mental institution in Ninjago city. Moving from your family and friends was difficult but this was the opportunity you needed.

The following Monday morning was the start of your first day. You met the head nurse and head psychiatrist, both of them introducing you to the facility. Once the tour was over, you had your first and only patient to meet. You walked up the stairs to the sixth floor and entered in the passcode for the door. Entering and closing the door, you walked down to the only room in the floor. You look at your folder with all the information you have on the patient.

-Lloyd Montgomery Garmadon

-Age: 20 -Height: 5’10

-Report symptoms: Lloyd has shown signs of depression, headaches turn to violent migraines, heightened anxiety, ptsd symptoms from his years of being the green ninja, adolescent behavior, abandonment issues.

You reached his door and slowly opened it. The room was almost empty, only a single bed, a lamp attached to the wall, and a small rug. You saw Lloyd sitting on his bed, his wrists had cuffs causing him to lose him power, “it was for his own safety and benefit”, the head nurse said. A glass wall was separate the two of you, it had a small opening for meals and his medicine. You knock on the wall and smile softly. “Hello there, I will be your new technician and for today I just wanna ask a few questions.” Lloyd stay silent for a moment and then nod. “How are you feeling today, any headache?” Lloyd responds was cold showing no emotion, “No headache and I’m fine.” You wrote down his words and then ask more questions about his appetite and if his medication was causing any problems. His response were short and only the bare minimum.

Once the meeting was over, you said your goodbyes and wave to him before leaving. Lloyd watched you leaving, his fingers folding a paper into a paper flower. As night approached, he kept on thinking of you, how you were the first person in a long time to actually smile at him. He didn’t get a wink of sleep, all he could think about was you.

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Isolation

TW: Talking about mental health, Lloyd trauma, he in a mental health institution, he needs healing, depression, anxiety, abandonment issues, childish behavior, reader is intern technician, May be inaccurate.

After the first meeting with Lloyd, you two slowly build your relationship in an sense. In these meetings, Lloyd would look at you differently, it was only for a moment where you see his eyes soften. After that moment you were met with his cold eyes again. You continued to look at him with sadness. Knowing what he went through, it was hell and back for him.

During one of your meetings, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. He had his hand on the glass barrier. This was the closest thing he could get to touching you. Apart of him longed for your comfort, to be held, since it was quite obvious that he wasn’t held enough as a child. “Do you wish we met in different place?” Lloyd voice broke through your constraining. You took a moment to think about your response, “I wish we did met in different settings. I want you to feel better.” He look at you “I don’t like it when you leave. It get too quiet.” Lloyd knew the session was almost over, and once it was he hear the voices, the quietness. “Lloyd, you know I cat stay here after the meeting is over, I have others patients to tend too.” Once he heard of your others patients he started shaking the chains. “Why do they get your attention, I need it more. Please just stay here.” He move his hand and somehow got it through the small opening for his food and medication. “Can you touch my hand, it been so long since I felt another person touch.” You hesitate, it was against rules to touch a patient, let alone someone like Lloyd. But you saw the desperation in his eyes, for some human contact. You slowly reach for his hand, only gazing his knuckles before he grab your hand. His grip was rough, you pull your hand away from his. Saying your goodbyes and leaving while Lloyd looks at his hand. It felt like magic being able to touch someone, someone that was breathing and had blood running through them. It felt unreal.