Time for a Chat | Megan & Dr. Meyers

drmichellemeyers:

Michelle sighed. “We shall, Miss Fields we shal.” She said shaking her head. The woman couldn’t grasp what was off about this one, but there was something very distinct that were catching her eyes. The brunette turned to face the girl completely, hearing to her words.

The doctor was taken by surprised when the patient slammed her into the wall. Her hands reached for the walkie talkie that was in her purse not on her side as it always was. Now her hands lifted her the girls arm, eyes dark as she glared at her. Still she laughed as much as she could while being held by her throat. “No it was, but clearly mine wasn’t.”

Megan’s eyes fell downwards as she caught movement from the corner of her eye, focusing on the sight of Michelle trying to grab something out of her purse. Megan used her free hand to push the item from it’s spot, sending it and it’s contacts to scatter across the floor. The blonde’s attention snapped back to Michelle and she smirked, “Not gonna be quite so easy I’m afraid, Miss Meyers.” She mused, leaning forward slightly, applying more pressure to the females throat, “These people here have become my family. And I will do whatever it takes to keep them safe. Even if that means slitting your throat.” 

thesadist-trenton:

-His eyes slowly slid to her, gazing dully at her feet and then at her hands, before moving back to the spot on the ground. Trenton gave a weak protest at her hold, trying to jerk his arms away from her, but the passion was clearly lacking and her grip remained steady. Words left his lips, barely audible in the already silent hallway.- Get off…

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Trenton…I care about you…and I’m not leaving you. 

I know opening everything up is a terrifying risk…but it’s the only way we can get better. We have to let those emotions in. We have to let ourselves feel. 

aizelle-andthegang:

Ohh…. That bites.

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You’re better now though, right?

As better as a crazy person can be.

thesadist-trenton:

-He fought off her hands, trying to fend her off from what he thought would be more vocal jabs. The young man wanted nothing more than to continue his actions until he was satisfied. But, her hold on his wrists managed to slow him down  and eventually, get him to quit.-

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-Trenton stopped, staring mutely down at the part of the wall that met the tiled floor.-

-Megan continued to fight off his actions as he tried to act out, silently thanking whoever it was that had her back as his actions slowed to a stop. A shaky sigh passing her lips as she watched him, not releasing him yet.- 

aizelle-andthegang:

Where’d you go for so long?

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I was sick.

aizelle-andthegang:

Thanks.

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Don’t mention it.

thesadist-trenton:

-He released her with one last guttural cry, throwing Megan to the floor beside him. Trenton seethed, teeth grinding together and together, the rage inside swarming his entire being. The need for violence flowed through him and so he began strike at the wall with anything he could—his hands (even the one holding the knife), legs, feet, head —just anything to relieve that itch. The pain of each blow he didn’t seem to recognize, the blood from his skin smearing on the white plaster.-

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Merde! Merde! Merde!

-Megan stumbled, hands releasing Trenton as she struggled to catch herself before hitting the floor, groaning once again. She turned around, catching sight of Trenton and scrambling quickly to her feet, trying to grab his wrists once again- Trenton! Trenton, stop! 

Time for a Chat | Megan & Dr. Meyers

drmichellemeyers:

"You misunderstand me, Miss Fields. Yes, that is a basic right. Unfortunately you are under our judgement and a danger to yourself and society. I believe I need to place you on temporary lockdown which means you are not allowed to contact anyone in anyway outside of these walls. It would be a detriment to your mental health if you did so. That gives me permit to do this."

Michelle shook her head, “Exactly, Miss Fields. She wasn’t experiencing any symptoms during her treatment. Pure progress in the overview. We were able to stop them for a short period of time!” Michelle said excitement in her voice. That session had shown great progress, though. “It was simply a baseline session for her. The real sessions will begin shortly.” Meyers said looking at the blonde.

At the others reaction Michelle couldn’t mask the joy that filled within her eyes. “You do not scare me, Miss Fields. I will continue with my sessions, and I will be sure to be following up on the little promise I made. Miss Juliet will continue her sessions, and you can’t do anything about it. Nor Miss Davis no matter how invincible you seem.

Megan simply laughed, “Yeah, we’ll see how long that lasts. Cause unfortunately for you there’s some people I talk to over the phone that are highly important to me. So I will not lose any such privileges for as long as I’m stuck in this hellhole.” 

Megan listened to the doctor speak, annoyance growing clear on her face despite containing most of the rage that was also building inside. However when the woman’s rant had ended, Megan nodded slightly, offering the doctor a small smile before she moved forward suddenly, slamming Michelle into a wall with her arm pressed harshly against her throat. “My message must not have been clear enough then, Miss Meyers.”