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Please R&R.
Jo
Depressed, one word, which was all, right? Well not entirely. Doctor Natalie Durant had suffered from this for two years. Two years since she had met Steven. Two years since he had hugged her. And most importantly, two years since he had slept with her. Sleeping, meaning, in a bed together, no funny stuff just Steven's body next to hers. So why had it made such a change in her? She had woken up as usual, eaten as usual, and slept as usual. But it had all changed. She didn't know why, or how, just when. And he had slowly pushed her away with each coming day; a little bit more of Steven Conner left Natalie, and with each coming day, a little more reason to leave this cruel world for ever. Then finally it happened. She was pushed over the edge of life. Lost the will to live. Or just given up. But it happened all the same. That was when Steven had started to pull her back in, when he noticed the scars, fresh and old, on her wrists.
"Nat" his voice was heard barley above a whisper, with, what was that? Concern.
"Doctor Connor?" she replied, unenthusiastically.
"Can I have a word?" he said looking at Miles and Eva in the break room.
"Anything you have to say to me can be said in front of our co-workers."
Miles and Eva exchanged looks, and paid more attention to Steven, who was throwing daggers with his eyes.
"I think you need help" he said, not quite meeting her eyes, "I think you might be depressed."
"Nice of you to notice" she replied bitterly, "I have been on depression medication for two years now."
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"Nat" Steven yelled as she stormed out of the break room.
And the last image of her he had for that week, and the last time he heard her voice, was when she looked over her shoulder, tears coming very close to overflowing from her eyes, and her lower lip quivering, as she said she wouldn't be in for the next week.
And that was the end of Natalie Durant; she transferred the next day, giving her week notice.