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She threw the paper on the floor. "so you're just being a hypocrite now?" she asked. "wow" she said, shaking her head. "i'm not gonna die, I jut don't want to be here!" she said
 
"Do you want me to help you or not?! This place helps people, you need this!" He says back to her, aware that some people were looking at them. "How am I being a hypocrite? Tell me."
 
"you've been here and now you're judging me!" she said. "I want you to help me at home" she pleaded. "if you love me, take me away" she begged curling up to his chest.
 
"I'm not judging you! I'm getting you help, and these people can give it to you. If I loved you I wouldn't take you home and you know that. I can't help you the way you need. These people can. If I loved you id be giving you as much of a chance as possible, and that's why we're here." He says stubbornly.
 
She shook her head. "I'm sorry, I can't" she said. "after what I've been through, I just want to go home and lie in bed. Why can't you understand?!" still curled up to his chest. "please take me home" she cried.
 
"No. I won't take you home. You're going to fill in the form, and you're going to give it them, and they're going to give you times to come and see them. Like therapy, okay? And then I'll take you home. I promise." He says, not looking at her.
 
She shook her head. "I almost got raped today, and all I want to do is go home because I'm so torn up and depressed about it!" she said, she quickly got up and walked out "i'm going home!" she said walking out of the door.
 
Finn sighed, before picking up the sheet of paper from the floor and taking it back to the receptionist. "She doesn't want to." He says simply and she nods, and he turns to go, but before he can the receptionist calls his name and says, "Finn, I know you don't want to tell her, but it will make you feel better if you do." He smiles at her and nods, before walking out. He walked back to their room, and noticed she wasn't there. He couldn't exactly leave though, without consent, considering he had broken ribs.
 
She didn't have her car, and she couldn't walk all the way home, she was way to lazy and it must have been at least five miles. She walked back to their room, stopped when she saw him, got undressed and put her gown back on, laid in bed and glared at him.
 
He glared back at her, sitting down on his bed and grabbing a piece of paper and a pen from the bedside table. He began to scribble on it boredly, not making conversation with her because he was angry.
 
She just kept glaring, she couldn't do anything else. The nurse came in, and asked if they needed anything. "Can I just have a glass of water please?" she asked. then returning her glare to him
 
He looks at the woman who came in and raises his eyebrows. "I'd like to be moved to a different room. Either one on my own or with someone else than her. Heck you can even put me in my room in the clinic."
 
She turned towards him, her eyes wide, she was so hurt, all because she didn't want to go to a sick person clinic? All that just because she didn't want to eat. "consider us done" she said.
 
"We never even started." He says harshly, the woman telling him to follow her. He stands, grabbing his shirt and jacket from the chair. He walks out of the room, shutting the door behind him and the woman lead him into the clinic, explaining that there was no free room for him other than his one there. He smiles and lets her go and do other jobs as he walks into the clinic.
 
she lied back.. what was even happening? why? why did this have to happen? She was tempted to follow him and give in, but how could she want to work things out after this? But.. she knew he loved her. Fine, she got up and followed him into his room. "I'll do it" she said crying a little. "but you have to stop being so mean to me! I've been through enough of that!"
 
"And it seems to be the only thing that works. Why are you in here? You want me to try and help you again?" He says, raising his eyebrows and sitting down on his bed. The room was personalised, there were photos of Finn with other people all over the walls, and a framed one of him with Emily. A bookcase full of journals and books, and a desk. He looks at her.
 
She looked around. "we've been best friends since we were two, or at least I THOUGHT we were, and you never even thought to tell me?" she said. She was, amazed that he had kept something from her this big.
 
"You didn't need to know! And you still don't. I'm not going to tell you why I'm here because you're the one that needs the help." He says, crossing his arms across his chest.
 
"how could you keep something this big from me?!" she said. "I can't believe it" she said shaking her head and walking out, she started on her way home, 5 miles away. She wasn't going to have to work out for a month after this.
 
He watches her leave. He couldn't run after her because of his ribs, so he let her go, and laid back on his bed. He felt guilty about not telling her anything, and he had done for a while. He picks up his phone, and texts her: 'I'll tell you if you promise to get help'.
 
"We never even started right? do me a favor, forget you ever met me" she replied, still walking home. "it's gonna take me two hours to get there" she sighed.
 
Angered by that, Finn stands up, picking up the framed picture of them on her nightstand and throwing it against the wall. The glass smashed and he felt a searing pain in his rib but he ignored it. Someone outside must have heard the noise, because they came in and tried to calm him down.
 
She kept walking for what seemed like 4 hours, and finally reached her apartment, she got inside, and all she could do was lie down and cry, she looked fat, her stomach hurt, she was almost raped, and that comment from Finn about never started... That was the final straw.
 
Finn was taken to his therapist, who sat him down and tried to talk to him, but he'd had enough. He'd been beaten up at least five times today, and wasn't reaching Emily at all, and he was so angry. It was enough for the voices to start. His therapist tried to speak to him, she tried to calm him down but he wouldn't listen.
 
She was worried, but she was also angry, sad, she wanted him to be there with her, hugging her they could reassure each other that it would be alright
 

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