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She looked up at him repressing the tears in her eyes and flashed a fake smile quickly shaking her head. "It's okay!" she told him. "it's not your fault, and it's not really that bad" she lied.
 
"Yes it is..." He says slowly, before shaking his head. "Can I ask you a favour? Leave me alone for the rest of the night? I need to sort out some things..."
 
"oh" she said quietly looking down. "yeah, sure" she said quietly. "I love you" she said, kissing him and walking out of the room.
 
When she was gone, Finn left the room after her and walked down to his therapists office. He pushed the door open and looked at her, and she looked up at him. "Up my meds." He says, slowly.
 
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She lied down in her bed, there was a plate of food there and she still felt like throwing up from the food earlier, so she threw it away. She would start eating when he got his meds. Which could take forever.
 
She looked up at him blankly. "It will take a while for that to happen, and I have to assess you first, Finn." She says, raising her eyebrows. "I don't care!" Finn shouts, "I keep hurting people because of it I need to up my meds!"
 
she paced around her room for a bit, she would feel faint, sit back down, and kept repeating that process over and over again. "what could he be doing?" she wondered.
 
She shakes her head, "I can't do it, not without speaking to people and assessing you! Finn! Calm down!" He shakes his head and paces up and down, turning to look at her suddenly. "When can you assess me?"
 
She almost couldn't take it, and almost left her room to go find him. He wasn't stable and she needed to make sure he was okay. It was her responsibility.
 
"Not now. It's too late now, Finn. Tomorrow, maybe, I have other people to see, you know." She says, shrugging her shoulders, but making no move to check her schedule. Finn slams his fist down in front of her, "I could hurt someone before then!" She looks up, wide eyed, but stone jawed. "Then take your CURRENT medicine, Finn!"
 
She watched television, and texted his phone. 'I know you said leave you alone tonight, but I wanted to say that I'm going to bed, I love you' she put her phone beside her, and tried to sleep.
 
"It- fine! But if it doesn't work then you need to up it." He says, before turning and leaving. He walked back to his room and sat down on his bed after shutting the door, and he looked at his phone seeing the text from Emily. Seen as there was no point staying awake or anything, he decided to lay on his bed and sleep too.
 
She woke up the next day with a plate of food in front of her after throwing that away too, she made her way down to Finn's room, knocking on the door
 
Finn was half asleep, laying on his bed wrapped in blankets. "Mm'mm," he says, keeping his eyes closed but inviting her in without having to move. He didn't know it was her, but he didn't care who came in.
 
She opened the door and smiled. "you know, all the times I made you get up at 5:30 I would have figured you'd wake up by 8" she said laughing.
 
"What... Time?" He says, keeping his eyes closed but rolling over closer to the wall in his bed, so that she could sit. He wasn't going to get out of the covers, he wanted to stay in the warmth of his little cocoon.
 
She lied down next to him, running her fingers through his hair. "it's 8 am" she said laughing at how oblivious he was in the morning.
 
"Too early," he groans, pulling the covers up over his head and sighing, he pushed his head further into the pillow and opened one eye slowly, before groaning again and closing it again.
 
"I refuse to wake up," he says, but when she kisses his neck he opens one eye again, he moved the covers from covering him and pulled them over her too.
 
She laughed at him pulling the cover over her. She kissed his lips, rubbing his chest. "good morning" she said quietly.
 
"No." He shakes his head a little, "first of all not morning, too early for morning, morning is like, 2pm, and like thirdly, or secondly I don't remember, not good. My ribs are in extreme pain and I can't feel my hand." He complains, before kissing her again.
 
"Shh, baby girl, I can't concentrate on colours," he rambles, not making much sense. He didn't have very much of good mind on a morning, and often couldn't concentrate on things. "Shhh," he puts his finger on her lips and pulls the covers over his head again.
 

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