#The Blanker

[strapped-and-beheaded]

Avarage therapy appointment with Charlotte and Harper

f!Harper/f!PC | 1600 words | 18+ cw: past noncon, current dubcon, implied drug (mis)use, intentionally triggering trauma responses, medical malpractice, harper should be enough of a content warning by herself tbh.

"If you will, could you start from the beginning?"

"okay... I climbed the fence to leave, just to see if I could, since I wouldn't get in trouble now. then I walked around for a bit-"

"didn't you skip something?"

"huh..? oh. right. someone attacked me just as I left, I guess. It didn't feel real, somehow, it was over before I processed what was happening I think. I really don't feel anything about it."

Harper nods in response, Charlotte feels it more than she sees it in their position. too close she'd need her glasses to see her face, tho her vision's already blurred, and her head too heavy to lift.

"Please continue" the good doctor urges her to continue talking, so Charlotte does.

She recalls walking around town aimlessly, staring at shops through windows, seeing where was hiring. All she could find was the cafe, but by the time she got there she was distracted.

Ocean, despite living close enough that the smell of it fades into the background of the town, she's never got to spend time there.

It's been orphanage to school then back for all her life. The ocean was always behind car windows struggling to peek between buildings, or a sliver of blue you try to catch from the top floor of the orphanage, once again behind glass.

Then there it is, so vast Charlotte wonders how it could have ever fit behind those tiny windows. The breeze ruffles her hair, salt smell finally obvious to her, the sun beating down on the waves bright enough to blind…

Charlotte hangs onto that memory, tries to hold onto the feeling of sand getting in her school shoes, hair getting in her face, her classmates laughter, Robin's smile and wave as she closes shop.

Sunset, leaving her frozen in place as she watches the sun dip into the water, painting it and the sky orange, clouds turning her favorite shade of pink. She tries to grasp at them, trying to last them longer, but there isn't anything solid she can hold there. She doesn't remember faces or names, she doesn't remember what was so entertaining that she let the whole day pass by on the beach.

The day does end, it gets dark, feels cold in her sundress, she remembers Bailey's word to not wander outside at night so she waits for a bus.

...

She really should have taken a map with her, her sense of direction was never good, she knows by now the walk from the beach to the orphanage is so short, God.

through the pain of a broken arm and panic and just the need to get home, everything blurred so much she didn't recognize a single building, single road, the town she grew up in really was a stranger to her all along, huh? God.

Why would she take the fucking bus again, if she just, God, if she just walked maybe. God. God. God.

She tries to plead, turning to Harper, who's sitting next to her on the bus, the doctor places her hand on her thigh, somehow it's not comforting.

The world behind the window is pitch black, the bus feels too long, the seats upon seats in a row stretching until she can neither see the back door or the driver, she looks at the other passengers, despite her best effort she cannot make out any faces.

Harper's hand rides higher, creeping under her skirt, Charlotte wants to grab her wrist, but her arms hang limp beside her body. "Please continue" the doctor says, Charlotte wants anything but, her stomach drops when she feels fingers stroking her through her panties.

she calls out for help, from Harper? from God? just anyone? for what?

Someone grabs her arm, her eyes flash white from the pain, being thrown onto the bus floor doesn't hurt compared to her arm, she can't do anything but try to protect it as- as the-

she feels the bone under skin, it's sticking out wrong, this is when she realised her arm really was broken, and that she should be getting to the hospital instead, but all she can do is lay there until people are finished with her.

Everyone's watching, from their seats, she can't make out a single face, she can barely see anything, everything is a blur, it just hurts.

"Can't you recall any more details?" Harper asks with a kiss on the cheek, no not a kiss exactly, that's her tongue, Charlotte's head is too foggy to think anything of it, somehow it feels comforting.

"I can't, I don't even remember getting home" "Bailey brought you to the hospital, I fixed your arm, remember?" Charlotte looks at the doctor's blurry face, no recognition, Harper huffs trying not to show displeasure at what she managed to remember and forget.

she pushes Charlotte to lay down, more so loosens her grip and lets her fall back into the hospital bed, her hair streams down and pools on the floor.

"What's the next thing you remember?" Charlotte continues staring blankly "what was your school life like?" "... it was fine" "and your work?" "I think.. I did housekeeping?.. Doctor I mean it, nothing, I don't remember anything"

Harper climbs closer, eclipsing the too bright ceiling light, it's some relief to Charlotte, not enough to offset the spike of anxiety over being straddled by the doctor.

"Do you remember how you ended up breaking your cast?" Charlotte grimaces, but doesn't reply, looking beyond Harper "as your doctor I need you to be fully open with me, I can't help you if you don't let me" "you... you seem to know enough already" Charlotte tries to say, the doctor's smile doesn't falter

Harper traces a line from her knees, through her thigh, to her stomach, moving up to her bare chest, Charlotte can't even twitch or jump at the feeling of cold fingers. Muscles left slack, one of her legs hang off the bed, it feels so heavy she can't imagine lifting it, yet Harper hooks her hand under her knee and moves her so easily.

"can you try a bit harder to remember, for me, Charlene?" she stops breathing, she can't even voice her complaint.

her arm was grasped again, the painkillers couldn't help to dampen the pain then, it punched the air out of her lungs, she couldn't scream. yet she still fought, not from bravery, just blind with panic.

the feeling of his hands were so vivid once, every single digit and every single action he took, every inch of skin he stained. she used to feel it crawling under her skin, but they're so faint now, Harper can't wring out any more details, she doesn't remember anything.

she doesn't know when she stopped fighting, whether being penetrated made her give up or the pain overwhelmed her. She never knew how she got out, she must have fell unconcious eventually.

then she's at the beach again, the waves climbing up her legs, too lazy to drag her back in. the ocean could swallow her, in the darkness of the night no one would see, people drown silently too right?

but the sun starts to rise, orange light intrudes on the stars, the sea illuminates like fire, the tides retreat as she hears food steps. instead of more unremembered faces she'd regret asking for help from, she looks up to see Harper.

"that's all you can remember?" she asks, standing with her arms folded behind her, same smile still plastered on her face, Charlotte wonders if she ever stops smiling "it is." she replies bluntly, she would like to forget more.

watching the sun reclaim it's place in the sky, Charlotte makes no move to get up, still looking to the ocean to see if it will finish the job it started.

So Harper kneels down to her, clammy hands craddle her face, she doesn't fight back, limbly letting the doctor kiss her. it's only a peck for now "should I increase your dosage?" it sounds more like she's pondering to herself than asking the patient's opinion.

"I won't take them, if you do" she complains before Harper's on her again "you shouldn't pick and choose your prescription like that" despite smiling still, the doctor chastizes with a pinch on her nipple, Charlotte yelps weakly.

Her limbs don't have the energy to push the doctor away from roughly fondling her chest. Lifting her arm off the bed takes so much, and all she can manage is basically petting the other blond's shoulder. She feels Harper smile against her lips at the effort.

Charlotte closes her eyes, her head feels so heavy, like her skull's overstuffed, she's so tired.

she almost dozes off, or at least something like it, but cold fingers stroking her clit brings her back. "doctor..." she whines into her mouth, then another yelp is ripped out of her throat as two fingers push into her.

Harper moans more than her as she deepens the kiss, Charlotte shivers "please... doctor..!" keeping a coherent thought is hard, she doesn't know what exactly she's pleading for, she can barely muster thoughts.

The knots in her stomach tighten, she barely notices Harper pull back from the kiss. wiping drool off her chin, she looks down at Charlotte with a crescent grin, staring at her lips like it's taking all she has to stop herself from latching unto her face again.

"now, Charlotte" she breathes a little heavy "could you restart from the beginning?"

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