Natasha leaned back on an opposide wall from the doctor, childish and colorful painting collected over the area in the dim room of the child's hospital. Her eyes locked on the doctor that approached her, taking off his lab coat she avoided eye contact and took in a deep breath as he locked the door behind him, "I almost feel guilty doing somthing to this extent in a children's hospital room, a bit sick isnt it?" The man pronounced, fallowing his talk he removed a belt and tie. Natasha only nodded, she never spoke when dealing with this side of buisness, she never knew any of the men's tempors or how they want it, she just took place of some robot it felt, or thats how she justified her actions by completely taking herself out of the situation. The man continued speaking, trying to relax the situation Natasha asumed, "So buisness aside, your a verry pretty girl." The doctor looked Natasha over with lustful beaten eyes, the middleaged man with his departing hair and clean cut face looked almost shameful against the girl's young complexion and beautiful eyes of forest green, her brunet hair falling down to shoulder length. "Doctor Moretti, italian?" She questioned to herself, the last name sounding familiar. Moretti took the side of her face gently in his palm, his hands trembled, nervious or maybe just eger to start, eaither way he treated her softly with each stroke of her hair and touch of her skin. The two carried out their end of the deal, but it only lasted a few minutes, not even a full half hour took place. As Natasha fixed her appearance, brushed out her hair, Doctor Moretti called Amy Odwell to the room.
The lights were brighter and the windows open to clear out the stuffy room and the smell of a cigarette. "So what are your concerns Natasha?" The doctor returned to his profecinal apperance of tie and glasses, lab coat and badge. Not a strand of hair was misplaced or asqrew on Natasha as she replied as if just meeting the man. "My daughter has been sleepless for a few days now, through the weekend out til this Wednesday. She wont eat eaither.." The doctor did a few tests, took her blood pressure, checked her ears, examined her arms. Amy struggled when he attempted to lift her sleeves when examineing her forarms, she shook her head and even growled at the man. "No! No, don't do it! Dont!" She as hystarical until the man nearly ripped at the shirt of the girl, her pale arms were exposed, bruises, cuts, old scars lined the flesh of her limbs. Moretti questioned the mother, asking for any past abusment or depression. Natasha was just as surprized, she held onto Amy as she weaped into her mother's chest. "M-mommy, i didnt want to worry you.. my dreams, they hurt me." Moretti looked stunned, he grabed a paper and wrote down a cell phone number and adress, taking the mother outside for a descusion. "I dont think you're in the right hospital... Natasha, your child is in deeper illness than just sleep deprivation..." Natasha's hands balled up into fists as she nearly struck the man with anger, "My daughter, is not a loon. She does not need any specal treatment. Just tell me how to fix her sleep absences."
Amy poked at a few of the cuts and scars, avoiding the baseball round bruises. She mumbled to herself and grabbed a bandaid as one of the sore's broke open from the struggle and glazed her arm with blood. A glimmer of some sort caught her eye, left from under the counter was a small key, bending down she examined how it didnt have any chip and scratch, it was verry pretty indeed. Picking it up delecatly she held it up towards the window, the glass key made colors of all sorts dance and decorate the walls, holding it at an angle a inscription of small words held to the reflection. "A key, opens things.." She mumbled and sqwented her eyes to make out the letters, as soon as the creeking of the door had opened Amy stuttered and shuffled her feet jumping back onto the patient bed. Her gaze quickly shot to the window to avoid being noticed out of her seat, her mother grabed Amy by the hand and helped her off of the bed. "Were going home hunny." Natasha said sweetly, Amy began to ask where Moretti was but was quickly interupted, "Common I got your medication, it'll help you sleep." And with the daughter walking ahead of her mother Natasha glared down at her feet, "Thanks alot assholes for your service, it's been fucking terrif." Natasha mouthed off at the front desk workers when Amy was already down the front hall almost towards the parking lot. "And give thanks to Moretti by shoving his damned pen so far up his ass he'll beable to write with his tounge." She slammed the pen and paper with the number and adress jotted down. With a farewell flip off the hot tempered mother of age twenty-three walked off examining the stolen vile of sleep pills. All the meanwhile, Amy feelt the smooth teeth and neck of the glass key, hidden deep in her dress pockets.