Fang had read through Nudge's diary from the last three and a half weeks. Nudge had had the urge to cut a little to much, but she withstood that craving until it's breaking point.
After rereading Nudge's diary one more time, Fang realized something. Nudge really didn't want to cut. She hated the pain, and wanted to stop, but couldn't help it. And she also had literal urges to hurt herself. Fang came to a sad and rather odd conclusion: Nudge was losing her mind. She seamed to be losing control of herself, and letting this thing help her. She wanted to be herself again, but didn't know how to.
Fang felt a little hurt about this discovery, because Fang had punished Nudge somehow every time she cut, or even said anything about it. Her last time cutting, after Angel made the shopping deal, Fang had locked Nudge in her room for 2 days, taking everything sharp, and leaving only her bed, and some books.
Now he wanted to help Nudge.
He logged off the computer, and left it on, to much in a hurry to turn it fully off. He closed it, and put it to the side, before getting up. He started to Nudge's room, where Dr. Martinez was.
He knocked at the solid wood door, and stood there melancholicly as he waited to the door to open.
Dr. Martinez answered the door, and smiled when she saw it was Fang. "Hello." she said, sweetly.
"Can you come and talk out here for a moment?" he asked, in this type of voice that sounded like a plea from Fang's perspective.
"Sure." she said, taking a few steps out of the room, and closing the door securely behind her. "What is it, Fang? I don't think I've ever seen such desperation on your face before." she said, lightly studying him.
"Um, well, I was reading Nudge's diary. I know, I shouldn't have. But while I was reading, it occurred to me what she was saying. She kept saying that she hated it, cutting. Then she said that she often did it without consciously knowing. Then she also said that in the past three weeks, since we got her to stop cutting, she has literally woken up in the kitchen with one of the knifes put to her wrist. From reading this, I came to a sad conclusion. I think Nudge may being going crazy." Fang said, this being one of the longest things Dr. Martinez had ever heard Fang said.
"So, do you want me to and examination after she's awake for insanity?" she asked, one eyebrow disappearing behind her dark bangs.
"If you could and would. If it's not insanity, then some type of multiple personality disorder, or ADD or something. Dr. Martinez, I do care about Nudge, now matter how mad I can get at her. And from what I read, she doesn't want to be this way. I want to help her." he said.
"Okay. I will do an examination to see about any disease or disorder, okay Fang? And I won't tell her why, or I will, but I won't say that you read her diary. She'd probably be very hurt if she found out that you read it." she said, brushing some hair out of her face.
"Thank you. That really makes me feel a lot better." Fang said.
"Well, I have to go back in there. Nudge's vitals keeping changing in horrible rates, and I have to make sure she doesn't go into cardiac arrest." she waved, "See you." she said, before disappearing behind Nudge's door again.
((Cliffhanger. Writing the rest at school later on. Next chapter tonight or tomorrow.))
