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9

"So what was up with him?"

"Similar to you,"

"How?"

The girl wondered how he could be anything like her. It looked like he didn't eat or sleep enough and it was scary to see. She wondered why he was here.

Ashton knew he didn't have the right to share tons of confidential information, but it could work to his advantage if Freya felt less alone.

"He has depression, he self harmed but he has some more social difficulties that you ,"

"Like?"

"I think you should read for yourself, I can't tell you everything," he said, passing her a leaflet as they waited for the doctor.

"I will later,"

He raised his eyebrow, taking it back from her.

"Actually you're both really similar, he's just less stubborn,"

"I feel bad for him,"

"Why?"

She hadn't displayed any care for other people until now. Not that there were many people around, but she had no respect for Ashton.

"His friend left him and he clearly isn't doing well without him. He shouldn't have been made to go in the first place,"

"You're always encouraged to go Freya, but you'll find those here have their small group and stick to it,"

A woman entered the room, a smile on her face and a notebook in her hand.

They all had them, she realised.

"Hello, I'm Isla,"

"Freya,"

"Nice to meet you, I'm just gonna check your progress today,"

"Since when?"

She gave Ashton a look, and he shook his head- Freya noticed. They knew something she didn't.

"When do I get visitors?" she asked, letting the woman check her heart. The man was just glad this was running smoothly.

"Not for a little bit,"

Isla went to look at her wrists but she pulled away, shaking her head. Immediately, Ash panicked that she'd managed to sneak something in or found something to use.

"I need to check,"

"Ashton,"

He smiled sadly, walking over and carefully rolling the broken girl's sleeves up. He let the nurse see, waiting for her to clear before pulling the sleeves down.

"Why are they so red? I've not done it since I've been here and I know I've scratched them but they look too fresh for what they are," the girl wondered. They had been done in the past week, but she hadn't done anything.

"It... can happen," Isla said, "can I take your height?"

She got off the bed and stood against the wall, her perfume wafting up her  nose. It was disgusting, but she refrained from saying anything and instead held the rude comments for Ashton. He was the one telling her she was mental.

"And now your weight,"

"Why do you need that?" she shot back.

"Freya," Ashton warned, standing up. He expected this to cause a problem after their talk the other day, but it hurt to see such a small girl scared to step on the scale.

"It's just so we know if you're well enough to handle this because it's a change to your body. I'm not here to tell you off,"

Freya felt a strange feeling inside of her, like her airways were closing up.

No one asked for her personal details, no one cared. This is such a personal thing.

Periods, fine because lots of people get them. Height, whatever it's just how high of the ground you are.

But weight, that was different.

People never prodded into her like this and she didn't like the way Ashton made her do it.

"I can see how insecure you are about this, and I'd be fully interested in talking about it later, but right now I really need you to step on that scale. We aren't gonna say it outloud, you can face me so you don't have to look,"

He seemed genuinely concerned and it freaked her out.

As if he actually cared.