I'm Yours (Sequel to "You're mine")

Chapter 12: My main focus

Leah's POV

Throughout the next hour, I kept looking at the stairs from time to time. I was so curious to learn about this session, to hear the therapist's findings. I wanted to understand what went wrong, what I could've done to prevent this...

Finally, after nearly 2 hours, the therapist came back down. I immediately got back up and rushed to her. "And," I asked as I arrived at the front door, where she was putting on her coat. "How did it go?"

She looked at me. "It looks like her depression came back."

I gulped when I heard that. I knew T had battled depression twice before. She always got through them, so she must be able to do that too now, right? "So, what now?"

"I'll come by again in 2 days," She took her purse before looking at me again. "In the meantime try to talk to her, listen to her when she talks to you, take her outside, spend time together... Don't let her sit in bed all day."

I slowly nodded. "And what will you do, in therapy?"

"Talia and I will talk about what she's going through, we'll figure out a way to deal with the excessive emotions she's feeling."

I nodded again.

"She'll get through this," She showed me a polite smile. "Take care." She then left.

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"T," I went to our bedroom. "T," I walked to the bed. "T, you have to get up," I got a hold of the sheets and gently pulled them off. There, I saw T laying in a fetal position. "Hey baby," I sat down next to her, I gently placed my hand on her shoulder. "We have to go."

She made herself even smaller, seemingly looking for comfort or safety.

"Baby," I got up and went to the closet. "We have to go," I took some comfy clothes for her. "Here," I walked to her. "Get dressed."

T finally looked at me. "Where are we going?"

I could almost scream from excitement that I finally heard her voice. "You've missed another school day, you need to go to the doctor."

She looked down then but nodded. She looked at me then. "Can you help me?"

Before I could answer her, she extended her arms like a little child would, asking to get dressed. "Of course," I helped her get out of her pajamas and helped her get dressed. "There you go," I smiled at her. "All done."

T looked down again. She seemed so down, so broken... I would love to hold her and protect her against anything. But I knew I needed to be patient now.

T drove us to the doctor's office. On our way over, I noticed she seemed nervous. I wondered if she would be afraid to not get a note, which she really needed. Then again, why wouldn't she get it?

We arrived at the doctor's office and parked the car. T wanted to get out but I stopped her. She looked at me then. "It's going to be alright."

She looked down.

"We'll be honest with him and get you some time off," I squeezed her hand a bit. "Ok?"

She looked back up, yet not in my eyes. She slowly nodded.

We entered the office and waited in the waiting room. While we were waiting, T looked down. I sighed as I saw that. I just wanted to make her pain go away. I'd do anything to help her, if only I could...

We waited for a bit, I read in the meantime. I wasn't really a reader, I'm a writer. It may sound a bit weird: a writer who doesn't like to read... But that's me.

Then it was our turn. We entered the office and sat down.

"So," He smiled politely at us. "What can I do for you?"

I looked at T, allowing her to take charge and talk about her problem herself. However, T looked at me, and I understood.
I looked at the doctor and started explaining T's situation, T's current problems - even though I had no idea if I even knew the full picture...

"That wasn't that bad, was it?" I asked her as we got back in the car.

T sighed. 

I really didn't know if she was upset because of this appointment or because she was depressed. Though, I remembered what her therapist had said. "Why don't we get a pizza?"

She shrugged.

"Come on," I gently nudge her. "I know how much you love a cheese pizza."

Finally, a little smile appeared on her face. She slowly nodded.

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As the days passed, T started talking more frequently. We hung out often, we spent time together, we were on our own.
T's parents visited us daily, to help me support T.
Charlotte called every other day, to ask about T and to make sure I was alright. She knew I had moved out, I was back because of T's horrendous act.

I was, in fact, quite surprised Heather hadn't shown herself yet. Maybe nothing had happened between them, maybe I was just worried for nothing. However, I couldn't shake off the feeling that something must've happened for them to lose contact just like that. I wanted to ask T about it but I figured I shouldn't bother her with unnecessary things for now.

Mom had called me daily too, she was wondering how T was doing but mostly what my plans were for the future now. Was I going to move back in with T? I never gave her an answer, because I didn't know. Because part of me wanted to return for the right reasons. Because part of me was still hurt by what happened. So I moved this talk and this issue to the back of my head, but I wouldn't forget it. For now, I just wanted to focus on T and on getting her better. That was my main focus now.