Anger Concealed

Teresa Adams. 22. Medical Intern.

[thaddeuscolburn-blog]

“Being put in an asylum at the ripe age of nineteen?” 

“How else would I feel?”

[teresaxadams-blog]

"Right, well, I'm sorry about that, but I was wondering more how you felt physically."

[freddie-roadkill]

“What’re you doing with that?”

[teresaxadams-blog]

"...Taking your temperature? The nurses are busy and, apparently, I'm supposed to do this."

[cleomurdoch-blog]

I’m fine. Don’t touch me.

[teresaxadams-blog]

I mean, I don't have to touch  you, I just need to known about cuts, scars, bruises... that kind of thing.

[cleomurdoch-blog]

I hate this place. I shouldn’t even be here.

[teresaxadams-blog]

I'm sorry. Can I just look you over really quick? Make sure you don't have any injuries or anything?

[teresaxadams-blog]

"I'm not crying, I have allergies."

[kimi-lm]

  “You didn’t pick up on that before?” He laughed briefly, shifting upright to pull a book from his lap; Peter Pan. “I’m gonna assume you can read; you have time to read some of this to me?”

[teresaxadams-blog]

"Yeah, I can do that," She answered as she took the book from him and sat down.

[kimi-lm]

“Just missing the wings.” He gestured to her vaguely, taking the medicine and promptly curling up in one corner of the couch, the blanket hastily draped over himself. 

[teresaxadams-blog]

"Good to know."

[kimi-lm]

“How would you know? You don’t know me! You don’t know what I’ve been through!” He called after her; loud enough to disturb any patients trying to catch up on missed sleep. “You are an angel!”

[teresaxadams-blog]

Teresa decided not to reply to the first part, setting the blanket and tisues down before passing him the medicine. "Yeah? Well, I try, I guess."

[kimi-lm]

“Ugh, it’s far from simple. I can’t stand myself most days, dunno how anyone else would.” He nodded cautiously, waving a hand. “I might die, but I’ll be fine.”

[teresaxadams-blog]

"I don't think you'll die," she shot back before leaving, quickly returning with the requested items after.

[madeline-rowling]

|| OPEN STARTER ||

[madeline-rowling]

She rose her shaking, tiny hand again to write two words, and only two words. She took her time with each letter.–

I’m scared.

[teresaxadams-blog]

"How about this, you tell me what you're scared of, and I'll protect you. Sound good?" She watched the little girl, meaning every word.

[kimi-lm]

“I would marry them, if that wasn’t more of a punishment than a reward.” He sniffled once again, turning away to sneeze into his elbow. “Ow.”

[teresaxadams-blog]

"Marry, huh? Sounds pretty simple on their part." She shook her head, smiling a bit. "Think you'll be okay alone for a minute?"

[arensons]

“You’re here to learn, correct?”

[teresaxadams-blog]

"Yes, I am."

[madeline-rowling]

|| OPEN STARTER ||

[madeline-rowling]

The little girl swallowed nervously the bit her lip, using the back of her hand to rub the moisture away from her downcast eyes.

[teresaxadams-blog]

"There's no reason to cry..."

[kimi-lm]

  “DayQuil, a shit ton of blankets and maybe some tissues my nose is running.” He snivelled.

[teresaxadams-blog]

"Yeah, I bet someone could do that."

[madeline-rowling]

|| OPEN STARTER ||

[madeline-rowling]

Madeline cowered back slightly, turning her head in a flinch. After a second of tension she nodded again, kneeling down to write once again.–

I don’t like to talk.

[teresaxadams-blog]

"Okay. That's alright. You don't have to talk."

[arensons]

“Something else? That doesn’t sound very reassuring.”

[teresaxadams-blog]

"Well, I'm not a psychologist. I'm never really sure I'm doing things right."

[kimi-lm]

“Oh, gimme a fucking break. I’ve got a cold, in April.”

[teresaxadams-blog]

"That is unfortunate. Want me to find a nurse to get you some Dayquill or something?"