My first fanfiction! I know it's super short but I like it. Please review!
I don't own anything!
Cameron couldn't believe it was back. She hadn't noticed her OCD in over six years. She thought it had gone forever. Why had it come back now? From the second she couldn't stop washing her hands. They were bright red and chapped, but she couldn't stop washing. She was in that germy emergency room all day even through the gloves a lot of the germs probably got through to her hands.
She heard the door being unlocked, clumsily. She smiled briefly at her husband's clumsiness. The smile stopped when she looked down at her hands. She couldn't stop washing them. She had told Chase about her OCD, but he had never experienced it.
"Hello. How are…" he trailed off as his eyes went to her washing her hands. His mind started racing. What should he say? Why was her OCD back now? He decided to go over to the medicine and get the Diazepam they always kept in the house. He filled a Dixie cup with water and went over to her.
Went she noticed Chase going to turn the sink off, she freaked out. How many germs must still be on her hands?
"It's ok honey. It's ok… here take this." He handed her a little round pill. She took it and the cup from him and swallowed the pill quickly, knowing it would make her feel better. She was hesitant to leave the sink but Chase put his arm around her waist gently leading her to the couch. His touch calmed her down and she let herself be led.
Chase lay down on the couch helping Cameron down next to him. He figured she would go to sleep soon from the pills so he figured it would probably be best if he just rub her back gently and try to calm her to sleep. He was worried seeing her like this but would bring it up later. Cameron looked like she was getting drowsy he just kept rubbing her back until she finally fell asleep.