Psychiatric Ward 2P EnglandxReader Day 1

When your folks left, slowly your tears dried and you became more comfortable. The group gave you a very warm welcome and treated you well. You figured that with you being the baby of the group, their protective parental instincts kicked in. This was supported by the fact that all but one of them were parents.

There was Celia, who was the queen bee. But not because she was a bitch or anything. No, quite the opposite. She had a very warm and loving personality that just attracted others to her. She was also fucking hilarious. In fact, she was the one who did the most of cheering you up. You guessed she wasn't as old as she looked; by the missing teeth, you figured she was a smoker, and that tended to age people. When you found out she was here to get away from her abusive husband, however, you felt pretty guilty.

There was Deb, who struck you as a little bit senile (and I do mean a little), but she was a kind soul. She was also pretty hilarious. You felt lucky to be in such a fun group.

Then there was Sarah. You wouldn't see much of her during your stay, but as far as first impressions go you were so excited to see her.  You thought (incorrectly) that she was the closest to your age and hoped you'd be friends.  She reminded you a lot of Darlene from Roseanne, in looks and –later on- in personality.

There was Tia, who came off you to as a more quiet, nurturing type. You got a motherly vibe from her, and that was comforting to you.

There was Kitty, who was closest to your age. She, Celia, and Deb seemed to have a pre-existing relationship with one another. And just like them, she was pretty funny. You noticed she was a bit spacy, her beautiful blue eyes (no homo) staring off into space. She looked like a slightly chubbier version of Hellboy's girlfriend; haircut and all.

And then there was Tex, the only guy of the group (for now ;D) . You initially felt uncomfortable around him, as you did all men much older then you. But you soon realized he was just a big teddy bear, and you felt silly for feeling that way.

By the time your folks came back, you felt much better. Your mom and dad seemed to recover as well, which made you feel good. You were the kind of person to put others before yourself, after all.

8:00 came around, which meant your parents had to leave you again. This time, though. You didn't cry.  Since the others were on sleep medication, most of them left to go to bed. Tia stayed the longest with you, probably not wanting to leave you alone. But soon even she left you.

You sat alone watching TV, the feeling of loneliness consuming you again.

"The others are probably asleep right now, but… Oh look, someone's up after all!" You heard a nurse start, heading in your direction. "What's your name again, dear?"

They asked you that a lot. Every 15 minutes, to be exact. You wondered whether they really didn't remember or they were just doing their job. Either way it annoyed you

"_______" You replied. You noticed the odd looking gentleman behind her.

"______, this is Oliver." You noticed the way his extremely fuzzy eyebrows flinched in annoyance. Had she said something wrong? "And Oliver, this is ________."

He twitched again, then smiled warmly at you. "Ello, love. Pleasure to meet you."

Oh god, dat accent… you thought to yourself. You smiled back. "Nice to meet you too, Oliver."

Another twitch, accompanied by a growl. "Please… call me Arthur."

"Oh, okay…" that was an odd substitution, you thought, but whatever.

He smiled again, and sat down next to you.

"Are you sure you're in the right section, Poppet? You look so young."

Now it was your turn to growl.  Because of your height and your "looks" (which translated to you as a refusal to wear make-up and slutty clothes), people often thought you were younger than you actually were. Usually they were only off by a couple years, but once someone mistook you for a middle schooler.

"Yes. I'm 18."

He giggled at your annoyance. "Don't be so sensitive! You should be happy you look so young – You'll appreciate it later, trust me."

"Yeah, I can hardly wait to become a MILF."

He stopped giggling and looked confused. "MILF?"

"Mother I'd like to fuck."

He gasped and looked extremely offended. "I say, _______! That's hardly proper speech for a lady!"

You looked at this guy in astonishment. Was he serious right now?

The look on his face told you that yes, he was very serious.

"I'm sorry… I normally don't talk that way. At least not around elders…"This was true.

Your folks taught you to respect your elders, and you felt just about as awkward as he did now whenever you heard someone your age curse in front of their parents.

"Hmph. Elders or not, that's still vulgar speech. And I'm not that much older than you, you know. I'm only 20*."

"Oh…" You replied dumbly. "Well I'm still sorry."

"Well, I suppose I can't stay mad at such a cute face."

You blushed furiously, and found yourself unable to reply.

"So, what are you in for?"

"Um… depression."

"What? What on earth does a young lady like yourself have to be depressed about?"

You weren't sure if you wanted to tell him. You didn't have much of a problem telling the others why you were here, but for some reason you felt differently about him. Maybe you didn't want him to think less of you?

Eventually you figured what the hell and told him

"Well, first my boyfriend left me. Then my stepmom found out her cancer came back. And then my dad found out he's a diabetic. I felt guilty, like all this was my fault. So I cut my wrists and I…" You felt tears well up in your eyes "I tied a noose with my robe's belt. I wasn't gonna use it, honest! I don't think it was high enough to kill me anyway. But my folks still got scared and sent me here."

He looked at you sympathetically, patting you on the shoulder.

"Oh love, don't be so sad! Remember what Edgar Allen Poe said:

When things are looking gloomy

And not going your way

Just think of pretty colors

And that will make your day! **"

You were pretty sure Edgar Allen Poe never even thought that. Still, Oliver… Arthur's personality was infectious, and you gave him a smile.

"Is that why you're wearing those extra bright colors?"

He seemed flushed with pride that you noticed. "Why, yes it is! I'm so glad you noticed!"

You laughed a little, partly because he completely misinterpreted your teasing as a compliment, and partly because… how could you not notice? His bright pink suit clashed greatly with his big blue bow. But that was okay; the bow went with his eyes. And when you looked at his eyes you couldn't help but notice it looked like he was wearing make-up.

Was this guy a clown or something?

You realized it was almost 11, and that meant the TV had to go off. Even though you were enjoying chatting with Arthur more than watching TV, that was your excuse for staying up.  So you told him good night and blushed again when he kissed your hand, returning the blessing.