A/N: Heyyy! I'm back! I think I changed the font or something, because there seems to be more? Oh, well! There isn't much Hollstein in this one sadly. We could probably all use it with the angst that's been going down. Ah, well, there shall be lot's in the next chapter. I have to find a steady update schedule, but as of right now, they might be a bit choppy. Thanks for reading, thanks for reviewing! Have a lovely day 3
"Um, Miss Carmilla Karnstein? Dr. Lafontaine is ready too see you." Carmilla looked up at the blonde behind the desk. She was pretty, and had been painfully and obviously flirting with Carmilla for the last hour. Carmilla could have her. But she couldn't do it. Her mind was on the Angel from Panama. For the first time in the ten months after being discharged, Carmilla had slept without nightmares. And it was nice-to finally some sleep. Maybe this would be good for her. Talking to someone. When she had skyped Danny, she had said she thought it was best. Plus, if she got her head figured out, maybe she could get her feelings in check too. She didn't have a crush on Laura. There was no way. Just because she thought about her all the time and her speckled eyes and the dimple in her left cheek or...stop! Carmilla grunted and got up. She needed to snap out of it! Walking up to desk she gave her best smile. Noticing the blonde's name tag, Carmilla said,
"Thank you Elies," And pushed the door open to an office. Sitting in a gray, plush, one person sofa chair, was who Carmilla assumed was Dr. Lafontaine.
"You must be Carmilla," They greeted, getting out of the chair and offering their hand. Carmilla quickly surveyed her surroundings, mostly out of habit. Besides the single sofa, there was also a long, black sofa and a coffee table. It looked very...cliché. The room was very open, with wide paneled windows. Allowing the sun to stream in. That was good. At least Carmilla wouldn't feel trapped.
"Must I be?" She asked, slothfully. She trudged to long sofa, ignoring the doctor's still extended hand. They turned around and nodded to themselves as if confirming how this was gonna go. Sitting back down on the gray chair. Lafontaine swiped a hand threw their fiery hair, before picking up a clipboard and pen.
"Alright, Carmilla, I'm Dr. Lafontaine. But you can call just call me Lafontaine. I don't like getting too formal. I want you...to feel more like a friend." They said, smiling. Carmilla frowned before saying,
"You're not aloud to tell anyone right? What I say...you won't tell, say, my brother right," The doctor frowned at this, and wrote something down,
"This is a safe place for you to talk Carmilla…" They paused, "However, if you talk about illegal activities, child, domestic or elder abuse or neglect, wanting to harm yourself or others, I am required by law to tell someone." Carmilla felt relieve come off her shoulders. There wasn't self harm involved. Not since she lived with her mother.
"You don't have to worry about that." Carmilla said simply. It was true. She was past that part of her life. Lafontaine nodded and wrote something else down.
"Now lets see," They flipped through some papers, before continuing, "You were in the Navy...almost eight years? About to finish your minimum active training? Looks like you went to the Naval Special Warfare Training Center in Coronado, California." They rose an eyebrow, "And was known as the Honor Man? Of the class?"
A flash in front of her made Carmilla, knee start to bounce. Breathe.
"Hello, ladies and gentlemen I'm Sargent Vardenburg and for the next six months I will be your Number one."
"Actually, not a lot of women are in the Navy. It's practically unheard of. They say the training is to hard."
"I'm Danny. It's nice to see I'm not the only girl here."
"What branch of the Navy were you in?" Carmilla's head snapped up. Her hand sorely clutched around her tags. She knew what she had to say. It was painful-lying to everyone. But for one-most civilians didn't know that women couldn't even be in the Navy SEALS. And for another she was sworn to secrecy of her actual missions. She was much more than a SEAL. She was a secret.
"Hey, ladybro's! I'm Kirsch-but most of my friends call me...just Kirsch, actually."
"And what makes you think we're now friends?"
"I grow on yah,"
"Carmilla?" Lafontaine repeated. Carmilla cleared her head,
"Yes?"
"Do you do that often?" Dr. Laf asked. Writing more in their notes, and eyeing Carmilla. Slowly, Carmilla nodded, keeping her eyes to the carpet.
"Hmm, ok, I'm gonna write you a prescription." Carmilla, immediately tensed back up.
"I have some type of-disease." Carmilla snapped. Her shield all the way up now. Lafontaine calmly wrote out a prescription, and handed it to her.
"No, you have PTSD. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. It's common for soldiers who have been discharged or are even on leave. This medicine will help you sleep."
Hesitantly, Carmilla took the paper.
"Our time is up already? Wow, time flies." Dr. Lafontaine said, "Would you like to set up another appointment?"
Carmilla quickly got up and went to the door.
"I'll...think about it." and she left without a word. The clawing was back. The feeling of constant drowning. She thinks back. What had taken that away? Did Carmilla just like Laura as a friend or...
"...Shit."