//Thanks coachkimm for the corrections.
Chapter One
Special Patient
Spencer Carlin was a blonde twenty-five year old woman who had already stopped believing on love a long time ago. She had always been known as a dreamer wherever she went. She was the one that passes high school writing poems and fairytales, and doing her homework. She wasn't the kind of girl who goes partying, or who has a lot of dates. She was the shy one, the one with a secret crush for that someone special, the one that wants to be asked to go to the prom, but doesn't do anything about it. The one who sits at the losers table for lunch.
After Spencer finished high school, she decided to study a career in psychology. While she was at the university, she fell in love with the one she thought would be her prince. The man was very romantic, a true gentleman with a nice family, dreams and expectations and a good job. They got married a year later, in a little church with their families and friends, just a few people that really care about them. But sadly, after a couple of months, she discovered that the guy was cheating on her.
Spencer wasn't a person anymore; she had become a lot of pieces. She left her career and traveled around, trying to find some sense in her life, something that told her that life was worth it to keep living.
After a while, she discovered that the only way she was able to fill that emptiness she felt was by helping other people. She liked to think that even if she wasn't going to leave a mark on the world, she may help someone who would.
That's how she ended up being a social worker.
Anyways, she never recovered from her heart-breaking marriage, and she stopped looking for the love of her life. She lost all of her hope, and stopped dreaming that there may be a prince somewhere out there for her.
Instead, she worked very hard on helping people the best way she could, and she kept writing stories in her free time, with the difference that all of them were very dark, and without happy endings.
The day that would change her life started like any other day. Spencer woke up at 7:30 when her alarm sounded. She stayed in bed five more minutes before finally making her way to the shower. When she got out of it, she walked to the kitchen before dressing, to start the coffee.
Back in her room, she took the first jeans she found, and a blue shirt. Then, with her coffee on hand, she opened the door to face the day. After driving her car to the hospital where she worked, she parked on her spot and went in.
The way it worked was pretty simple. Doctors that found anything unusual on their cases, like bruises that weren't produce from falling or children that don't have anyone to take care of them, paged social workers to look at the situations.
Social workers could do different things, which went from asking help from psychology department to sending kids to foster homes, or to link people with programs that meet their needs.
Spencer liked the idea of helping, but without getting involved with the patients, something that happened for sure in a psychology career. She preferred things that way, because getting involved usually was synonym of seeing the patients fail on their efforts for being better, over and over again. And that was a bit disappointing and sad, even for someone who was already in pieces.
Her pager was beeping: "Room 12, second floor". Time to work. Spencer took the elevator to go where she was required. She grabbed the history of the patient, which was on the entrance of the room.
"Full Name: Davies, Ashley.
Age: 23
Type of Blood: O neg.
Marital status: Single
Emergency numbers: - "
Lower, there was a brief description of the actual problem made for a resident who hadn't time to write the whole thing.
"Overdose of cocaine, pregnancy almost lost."
Spencer entered the room. On the couch there was a young woman, brunette, very pale, asleep and looking weak.
When she looked at what seemed to be a destroyed teenager, a person who had been through a lot, Spencer didn't know that her life was about to change.
//I'm sorry if medical information is a disaster; I really don't know much about it and is worse if I have to write it in English :)
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