I got so much shit to say,
But I can't help feeling ,
like I'm camouflaged.
              -Selena Gomez; Camouflage

Wynter's P.O.V.

I walked into the hospital, cold as usual.
It always seems to be raining, when I come in.

"Hey, Wynter." Nina waves, I nod and try to smile as I walk over to her.

A boy with light brown hair and light blue eyes is sat on one side of her and he smiles at me.

I sit on the other side of her.

"I want you to meet someone, Wynter, this is Spencer." She grins from ear to ear. I give him a little wave.

"I've heard a lot about you, Wynter." He says, one of his going to the right. It appeared he had a lazy eye.

I gave him a small smile and immediately linked my arm with Nina's. We were becoming good friends, I really liked her.

"How was Wednesday?" She asks.

I take out my phone and begin typing.

'You know how it is, the jerk was stupid all over again. But I think we met down the middle. I hope.'

I didn't dare tell her about the drinking or our deal about me talking again.

"Jerk?" Spencer asks with a slight chuckle.

"Wynter has this collaborated therapy session, going on, with Asher Linn." She wiggles her eyebrows at him and he purses his lip, as if he's containing laughter.

"Well, I must say, he is quite the jerk. But that jerk is-.." He's unable to contain his laughter while he laughs uncontrollably.

"That's Spencer's step-brother." She smirks and winks at me suggestively.

I type quickly.

'No way! You cannot be related to that asshole!'

"I can and I am..partially." Spencer chuckles.

"Good looks runs in the jeans." Nina smirks before going into a coughing fit.

"Well, that's enough of that." Spencer slaps her on the back and she pushes him away still coughing.

"I-I'm okay." She breathes unevenly.

'Are you sick?'

I show her my phone.

"No, just a bit of cold, that's all." She smiles lazily.

I grab my phone again and type quickly.

'You sure? You had the same cough last week.'

"I'm fine." She says surely and I shrug while Spencer nods.

'So what's your deal?'

I ask Spencer, since that seems to be the million dollar question around here.

"My dad is the main doctor here at Mercies Children's Hospital." Spencer says and I nod.

"Dr. Primson will see you now, Wynter." The secretary smiles and I stand up.

"It was nice meeting you." Spencer gives me a side hug and I hug him back.

I wave at them both and turn towards the office door. Someone behind me rushes in and grabs my arm.

"Am I late, Red?" Asher says and I yank my arm out of his grip.

I shake my head and put my hand on my heart, pointing to the office. I was trying to say this was my appointment.

"Heart attack? I'm sorry to hear that." Asher bemused and I glared as he dragged me into the office.

"Oh how wonderful! You came together! Hello, Wynter and Asher!" Dr. Primson grins and props her clipboard on her lap.

What the hell is going on?!

"Take a seat!" She smiles and I sit as far away from Asher as I can.

I grab my whiteboard almost, immediately as I write in all caps with my marker.

'ITS MONDAY, WHAT IS HE DOING HERE?!'

"The mime is upset." Asher whispers sarcastically and I punch his arm.
He groans holding it.

"No violence! Didn't you get the email? We're meeting together today." Dr. Primson talks like this is the most normal thing in the world.

Who checks their email anymore?!

I grab my marker and write quickly.

'I thought this was our day, doc.'

I give her a hard stare.

"As your therapist, I think that this is best for you, both of you." She smiles.

Best? How about worse, Dr. PRISON?!

I bite my lip hard, containing my anger and thoughts within.

"Just this once." Dr. Primson leans over and pats my knee before leaning back in her seat.

"So how did you two get along last week?" She asks with a smile.

"We have our differences but we coped and worked through things. So we're good." Asher smiles smugly at me.

I write on my white board.

'This sounds like fucking marriage counseling'

"Mind your mouth, Ms. Adams." Dr. Primson starts jotting down notes.

"Yeah, mind your mouth." Asher licks his lips and winks at me suggestively, I glare.

"Now, Wynter, how was the assignment?" Dr. Primson turns to me.

I immediately frown and play with the marker in my hands.

"Wynter, did you do the assignment?" Dr. Primson sighs.

I shake my head.

"What's this assignment? Maybe I can help." Asher says and I give the therapist a pleading look.

"She has to choose one thing she admires about herself, explain why, and talk about it with me. We're working on self love, defeating any ideas of insecurity or self harm." Dr. Primson says and Asher frowns.

"Self harm?" He mutters and I stare at the gray carpet beneath my feet.

"I can't release that information, Wynter would have to tell you on her own. Client policy." Dr. Primson says and he nods.

"Wynter?" Asher says and I refuse to look up at him.

I feel ashamed, I feel ugly.

"Wynter, look at me." He tugs on my sleeve and I look up at him, anxiously.

"Wynter, I don't know who the hell tells you, you are not 'admirable' or 'pretty', but from what I can see you're pretty, goddamn beautiful. You, yourself are admirable because you are strong. And let me tell you, the ones who are the quietest have fought the most battles and have finished stronger than any man or other woman could ever be."

I felt a tear rolled down my cheek and drop onto the floor, I turned my head away and looked out that locked window.

"Well. That was certainly beautiful. You both should be proud, that's real progress. Asher, you are being more vocal with how you feel and showing you care, and Wynter, you're slowly letting out everything you've kept inside you. There's more to let out..and we'll get there.
I know we will." Dr. Primson says gently and writes something down.

I nod and close my eyes, trying to get rid of the tears. I wipe my eyes and sneak a side glance at Asher.

He was staring at the door, absentmindedly nodding, not really paying attention to anything the therapist was saying.

"That's about all the time we have today." Dr. Primson rises from her seat as we do the same.

"Have a good day." She says and I nod.

"I'll try." Asher mumbles and walks quickly out of the room.

As I put my red jacket on, I saw Nina with some older adults, that appeared to be her parents.

They were crying and she was sulking.
I watched closely as a doctor gave the parents medication and talked with Nina.
Nina nodded and she smiled.
Before I walked out of the hospital Nina spotted me and waved, I gave her a nod and waved back.

I hoped everything was okay.

Aw. What a chapter. -wipes a tear-
The song at the top is so beautiful and it really fits Wynter's character. I love it.
I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter!
-E

QOTC
Is Nina and her fam okay? 😶

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