AN: Soundtrack: The Best Today by Keaton Henson or Normal Song by Perfume Genius OR Venus by Lady Gaga (the last one doesn't really suit the story tho)
You push the door open and finally take of your shoes. Sure, they are comfy, but after all day of constant walking even the best pair is pain in the ass.
"Quinnnnn" you whine, walking into the living room.
"Coffee's in the kitchen" she says, partly focused on her computer. "Get me a cup too and come here, I need to talk to you."
"So what's up?" you ask, sitting next to her.
"I have a patient that falls into your category" she says. "The mother came to me saying she have no idea what to do. Her daughter stopped talking suddenly, dropped all extra classes and it's unlike her. She also noticed her daughter put on some weight. I was supposed to meet the patient week later, but she didn't show up. Instead, she attempted suicide. They managed to save her."
"Q, you know I'm behind the schedule since I started working on the home visits thingy" you scrunch your eyebrows.
"Oh come on, S. Look." She shows you her files, filled with exact dates. "She acts normal for three months until she finds out she's pregnant. She falls silent. Week later she tries to kill herself. She survives, baby doesn't."
You quickly look through the files and cringe. "Oh my god, she's only seventeen. Still in high school."
"Yeah" Quinn mutters sadly.
"What did she tell you when you talked to her?" you ask, reading that she was admitted three days ago.
"I didn't talk to her yet" says Quinn. You look at her with slight disbelief.
"Q, come on. You know you shouldn't leave her alone!" you huff.
"Calm down, of course I know it. But she's too fragile to make her change doctors. She has to have only one because she's not going to trust more than one person. And that's why I'm talking to you. You have more experience with such girls."
"Why didn't you talk to me earlier then?" She sends you a look. Right. You remember now.
"Plus her mother said the girl is really emotional."
"Great. Double fun" you roll your eyes. You look and the clock. It's barely past seven.
"Good luck" she says, watching you go.
"There better be some dinner waiting for me when I come back!" you shout and leave.
It's half past seven when you get to the hospital. You go head to the nurses station and curse under your breath when you see an intern sitting there. She looks like doll, really. She has even pink nails. Which is funny, because you shouldn't have time to do silly things like make up and nails when you work at the hospital.
"Hello" she greets you and you immediately dislike her even more. Her voice is too high for your liking. "How can I help you?"
"Three days ago you admitted 16-year-old girl who attempted suicide. I need to see her chart" you answer calmly.
The Doll looks up from the computer. "I'm sorry, but I'm not allowed to give patient's charts to anybody but qualified doctor" she says and her look is back on computer. If you could, you'd bet she's playing solitaire. You grit your teeth at the suggestion you're unqualified and show her your ID badge.
"Look, I am a doctor. I need to see her and the chart. The sooner you give it to me, the sooner you can get back to whatever you're doing."
"You're a therapist" she looks at you like you just grown a second head.
Oh, she did not just mock you, did she?
You squint your eyes and straighten up. "Okay then. I have one last question."
"What is it?" she asks in outright bored tone.
"Is dr. Berry on call tonight?"
"Yes, she is" answers the Doll. You huff, annoyed. It's been a long time since you had to deal with interns, but they still have the same affect on you. They love to waste time, ask stupid question. And they especially adore to make idiots of themselves. And that's why you fucking hate them.
You take out your phone and quickly dial a number.
"Rachel Berry speaking."
"Berry, get your ass down to the nurse's station" your words get the Doll's attention. But it's too late for her now. She's already on your black list.
"Santana I have work to do-"
"I didn't come here for fun" you interrupt her "but one of your dumbass interns is too head over heels in nail polish and solitaire to understand I need to consult failed suicider" you say coldly. The Doll looks frightened now. Good. Fucking interns.
"I'm on my way" she says, sounding upset. So even famous Rachel Berry has a limit.
"Good" you end the call and soon you hear her approaching.
"Dr. Berry-" starts the intern but is cut off by your death glare and Berry herself.
"We will talk about this later, Brown" she says and turns to you. What do you need, Santana?"
"I need a chart of sixteen year old girl who attempted a suicide. You admitted her three days ago."
"Okay, here" she rummages through the files and gives you the one you asked for.
"Thanks" you say, flipping through the pages. You see Berry is her leading doctor. It seems you do have luck today after all. "Did anybody visit her?"
"Yeah. She seems popular. She got a lot of flowers and cards."
"Okay, it has to stop now. Only closest family and friends she requests. No interns. Just me, you and some other doctor if it's really needed. No men though" you say, reading through quick notes in the chart. It seems they were close to loosing her but managed to get her heart beating after two hundred charge.
Berry frowns. "Why? I thought the more support she gets, the better."
"It's like that in most cases. But she needs to get another approach" you say, thinking.
"Brittany" Berry says quietly. "That's her name."
"I know" you cut in. "Come on. Let's get the work done" you say and go to room two-six-one.
The light is on. She's not sleeping but she doesn't react. You sigh. She really is young.
You sit on the chair next to the bed and look at her.
"Hi" you start. Still no reaction. This really is bad. "My name's Santana. I am going to be your therapist. You can talk to me about everything you want and I promise it will stay between us. I want us to get along so don't hesitate to talk to me" your voice is calm and soft. Maybe that's why she finally looks at you.
"It might be ridiculous for you, but I really want you to trust me. Any doubts, any thoughts, you can share it with me. It will stay between us. We can be friends too, whatever is fine for me."
She shifts from her back to her side, turning to you. You smile a little.
"I heard you had many visitors" you say and watch her as she quickly averts your eyes. "Don't worry, I asked dr. Berry to not let anybody in if you don't want to see them."
She relaxes again and you nod. "That's what I'm talking about, okay? If you want, or don't want something, tell me about it. We will talk through this and I will do my best to help you. Okay?"
Her nod is barely visible. But it's there.
"Good" you wink and see as her lips quirk a little up. "Now, to the details. You're going to be discharged in two days. There's condition though."
She raises her eyebrow a little.
"You have to still meet with me."
She frowns.
"Now, you have a choice. You can either come to the hospital, my private office or I can come to your house. Again, whatever is fine" you say, still watching her body language. "I'll leave you my card, so please contact me in those two days when you decide."
She nods slightly.
You look at your watch. It's past eight. It's time to get going.
She notices you saw her watching you. She looks away.
"Do you want me to stay a little longer?" you ask.
There's small nod again.
So you stay.
You get to know she likes blue, dancing and motorbikes. That she hates when someone looks down on her. You learn she always wanted to have a cat after her last one died. And the last thing you find out about her is that she's really cute when she's asleep.
All mistakes are mine.
Let me know what you think.