The Broken One

***Cynthia's P.O.V***
Andy walks back into the room and sits down beside me on the bed. Every time he looks at me his expression turns sad, I know he’s worried about me.
“When do I get to go home?”
I ask, not expecting the answer he's going to give me.
“You’re not, at least for a little while”
He says.
“But why, I'm fine now”
I say, confused.
“After the hospital releases you, which will probably be tomorrow, you’re going to go spend some time at a place called Redwood Psychiatric Center”
He says. My heart sinks, knowing this isn’t good.
“Your sending me to a mental institution?!”
I cry, starting to panic.
“It’s not as bad as your thinking, Cynthia. They’ll give you the help you need right now”
He says calmly. I shake my head, tears filling my eyes and spilling over the edge.
“You think I'm crazy”
I sob, feeling betrayed.
“I don’t think you’re crazy, I just think you need help that I'm not certified to give you”
I start sobbing hysterically and Andy wraps his arms around me. He pulls me forward and holds me tight to his chest. I press myself to him, never wanting to be separated. I'm scared to death of where I'm going to be sent.
“It’s ok, shhhh, your fine hun. I'm right here, I got you”
Andy tries to calm me down unsuccessfully.
“I don’t want to go there, I just want to go home”
I cry, gripping handfuls of his sweatshirt in my tightly clenched fists.
“It’ll be ok, Cynthia”
Andy says, his voice cracking. I can tell I'm upsetting him also.
“No it won’t, please don’t leave me”
I wail.
“I'm never going to leave you, I’ll come visit all the time. Everything is going to be alright, I promise, you have to trust me”
He says, starting to rock me.
After a little while, my sobs start to lesson and Andy lets go of me. He puts his hands on either side of my face and presses his forehead to mine.
“I want you to get better , sweetheart. You scared me to death when I found you in the bathroom passed out, I thought I was going to lose you and I don’t want to ever have that happen. All I want is for you to give this a try and see if it works”
Andy says softly, a few tears escaping his own eyes.
“Will you do this for me”
He asks, leaning back and looking into my eyes. I hesitate for a minute and then nod my head, knowing I probably don’t have much of a say in where I go anyway.
“Thank you”
He says.

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