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My Wife Has A Royal Blood
Billionaires The door opens and a medical worker steps in, cautiously. When she moves, her white lab coat presses against one of her legs and I can see the outline of a syringe. Meds, just in case I get… rowdy. I wonder why they even bother to bring one with them when the come to get me. I almost never misbehave.
And the only times when I do happen to misbehave, it’s for a perfectly legit reason. On reflex I shrink away from her when she comes close to me, reaching out a hand.
“It’s ok sweetheart, come here, I’m not going to hurt you, it’s lunch time.” She says in her usual calming tone. The word is that this woman is the best there is, to get mute kids to talk, fix their problems, and things like that. That she was the best in the country, world even. Also that she’s fixed every kid/adult/teenager that’s come her way.
Except for me.
She was just hired a week ago, because of me, and she keeps trying to make me come out of my room, and a few times she almost used force.
As you can probably already tell, I don’t talk. A lot of people have been hired to try to help me, with all my problems, but none of them work.
I guess I’m permanently broken.
Giving the lady a glare, I stand up on my own and move towards the door. People know I don’t like physical contact. Actually, I despise it. I’ll go crazy if someone touches me, I’ll totally flip out.
Just one of the reasons why they’re keeping me here in this place.
“This way dear.” She leads me down the hall, as if I don’t know where I’m going. But, nevertheless, I follow her obediently into the medium sized room that they call a cafeteria. It’s got a few tables and chairs, and a food line. Right now the kids are lining up with plates to get their selection of the food of the day. I’m the last 
