She walked into the hospital shaken, her eyes red and her legs ached. In a blur she crumpled on the floor.
Her eyes opened again on the white bed, she quickly looked and saw thankfully she was still in her own clothes.
"Great you're up. Gave us quite a scare there."
She took notice of the doctor that was sitting at the corner,
A chair without any arms and he sat on it in reverse, his arms resting on the backrest.
"Care to tell me what's up so I can go on home now?"
"I'm at the hospital?" She asked, confused.
"No, you're at the Gringots Wizarding Bank. The trolls would soon roll in with the gold from your vault." He replied snappily then made a face.
The ironic reply seemed to come out faster than he could think.
"Sorry, reflex." He admitted scratching his head.
The girl looked on in shock.
He stood up and she saw just how "undoctor-like" this doctor was. He had on the shirt and pants with the white coat but he seemed like a bad actor than a doctor.
He walked to the table and picked up some files to read.
"Luckily Miss Emilia Greene.." He began looking back at her questioning, and she nodded to her name.
"Your test scores have come back from the blood sample we've taken."
He turned and leaned against the table.
"You've experienced what we call Septic shock, you're half lucky, not everyone survives those."
"But that's not all, your Chlamydia really brought in a whole lot of nasties.."
"My what?" She asked weakly, her voice shaking.
"That's it now isn't it?"
"You have an STD, Chlamydia."
"Oh no!" She exclaimed, hands over her eyes.
"Don't worry, it's treatable." The doctor scoffed at the reaction.
"Heck it's even curable. Most people are scared about the septic shock."
He shakes a can of meds and begins bringing it to her.
"Just take these and you'll be fine. I feel we should talk about why someone your age doesn't know about condoms, surely you've heard of—"
"DON'T TOUCH ME!" She screamed at him as he handed the medication to her.
Her arms locked, hugging herself and she began shivering.
"Oh..." He replied.
He stayed and watched her a bit, then stepped out.
He came back an hour later with a lucozade boost juice box. She was still on the bed, her arms around her knees resting her back at the headrest.
"I can't imagine that position is comfortable." He commented while keeping the juice box on the bed a good distance away from her.
"I think we should recommend another doctor for your case."
"Why?" she asked.
"I'm not the best person for your issue."
"You're not the best person for Chlamydia?"
"I'm not the best person for how you got Chlamydia."
"You just want to send me to a psychiatrist."
"'Just' makes it sound like that's the only reason. I want to send you to the psychiatrist and I don't want to be the person that's treating you." He turns around to look at the file, trying to shut down the conversation.
"I want you to be the one to treat me." She replied softly, leaning to collect the juice box.
"That's a bad choice."
"It wouldn't be my first, and it certainly couldn't get any worse."
"I don't want to."
"It's my choice to make, I won't have any other doctor." She said with an air of finality.
Slowly the doctor turned and faced her, his stone faced half sarcastic face meeting her teary eyed red sobbing one.
And slowly it began to crack, his eyes showing a bit of moisture and his smile threatening to break from that stoic expression.
A knock came on the door and immediately he wiped his eyes on his sleeve and the slide of emotion on his face dries back to the stoic expression.
"Come in."
"Mr James, you called?" A woman who had too much makeup on for a nurse walked in.
Immediately Emilia shook her head and Mr James noticed from the corner of her eye.
"I think we're alright Ruth, thank you."
They stayed in silence for a while after she left.
"How did you know I was raped?" Emilia asked, sipping the juice.
"Hysterical screaming isn't really a symptom of Chlamydia.."
"...nor a symptom of rape."
"Yet it does show your shock and aversion to me." He sighed and walked back to the chair in the corner.
"A deep rooted fear and aversion for a man."
"When did it start?" He asked as he sat on the chair.
She didn't reply.
"Have you been raped before?"
"Quite a question to ask your doctor." He settled on the chair, straddling it and resting his hands on the arm rest.
"Everyone has been raped before, rape in everything is the lack of consent. The forceful sexual collection of one's dignity."
"It's just the physical rape that it's effects are more vividly shown, people are mentally and psychologically raped too."
"So the answer is Yes, you have been raped."
"If that's what you choose to believe."
"Who did it?"
"I'm not comfortable discussing this." Dr James stood up.
"But aren't you meant to talk about it?" She asked beggingly.
"That's what your psychiatrist is for."
"You're all doctors."
"No we're not, she's more trained in such aspects."
"Training is nothing compared to someone who's been in such aspects."
"How old are you?" Dr James asked
"Sixteen."
Taken aback, Dr James, stepped and looked at the 16 year old that could pass for a small 24 and could now suddenly see the soft roundness of her face, the childlike look of her hands and how young yet how mature she looked.
"I see." He simply commented.
"My mom died when I was 12, everyone says I'm a spitting image of her, especially my dad." Her voice became small and her frame smaller as she mentioned her dad.
Suddenly it clicked in Dr James just how perverse and serious this case was and how close to home it struck.
"I see." He replied again.
"I'd have to go back home," she said suddenly, trying to stand up.
"He'd be back soon and I'd hate for him to not see me there."
"Since my mom died he's been drinking heavily and he screams and yells."
"You're ill, I can't allow you."
"Why not?" She asked, her eyes wide.
"You said it's nothing serious, I just need to take these pills."
"Yet I still can't." Dr James insisted.
"We need to monitor you some more."
She started sobbing. "Please let me go, I need to be home before him."
"Please." She begged.
"Let me go."
Dr James watched and didn't know when tears started till they splashed on his cheeks.
"Okay, if that's what you want, hold on, let me write your prescription."
He wrote the prescription on the bottle and then added a little note.
Call me if you feel anything's wrong, from both people in such aspects.
He handed the bottle in a bag to her and the note. She took it, smiled and hugged him. With years in her eyes she nodded and exited the hospital room.
Immediately she left he broke down,
Crying and sobbing, he thought he had grown from it, but the thought of a girl like her going home to it.
The idea of a man, her father coming home and ramming against her like a wild beast, no care about her age and her mind or her health.
It just brought a sense of unease and he couldn't shake it, the way his body feels like the way his mom made him feel.
Using him for his body and her thrills, making him want love and warping what it means, thinking that a boy at 15 should have been feeling all he felt.
Some nights he barely sleeps, laying awake and crying then in the day he's burying all the hurt, faking smiles and lying.
Holding back the bile as he hugged his mom before going to school, eyes turning, the world's spurning for he's being forced to spoon.
Thinking if all girls are after him just for his body build, or is it just his mom who wants her boy to be hers to rule.
Danger isn't just a killer in a mask, it's in that family member, who can't keep his hands to himself, it's in that adult who doesn't know who's too young for themselves, or how to control themselves.
How their actions and the object of their attractions doesn't feel the same and then, the once gentle love turns to an obsession then, it's just dangerous as hell.
A lot going on in the world right now and I was moved by this song and the stories around me to write this.
Feels like I'm writing based off pure inspiration now, it's a bit tiresome cause I need to be more active but meh.
I never was in hive for the money (even though the money is pretty awesome)
I'm Seki, this isn't my first free writers post but it's the first time I see we have to put an introductory paragraph 😂
Ermm...
Seki, a writer and all around cool guy from Nigeria. I've been on hive for a while, so you can check my blog or leave a comment for anything you wish to know😂
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The emotions felt so real and I could sense the pain in both characters. This is truly impactful writing. 👏
Thanks zoeyyy
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