*Dialogue between Cat and Dr. Carson*
"Jessie! Hi!"
"Hi, Dr. Carson."
"Please, call me Lindsey."
"Um...ok, Lindsey."
"Thanks, love! Now, about why you came..."
"Louis called you, right?"
"Yes. He told me about the way you responded to the question, 'How are you doing?'"
"How did I respond?"
"He said it was through texts. Maybe you could check on your phone?"
"Ok, give me a second...here we go. 'I feel like I'm drowning all the time and I have that taste in the back of my throat like I'm going to cry every single day even when I'm not going to cry. I can't sleep. Every time I lie down on my bed and close my eyes nothing happens until I finally fall asleep and I have nothing but nightmares. Sometimes I sit there and think about dying. I stare at the ceiling and think about how easy it would be to just...go.'"
"Mm-hmm. Ok, Jess-can I call you Jess? Ok, cool-I'm going to ask you a few questions, and you should try to answer them as honestly as possible. Ready?"
"As I'll ever be."
"Ok. How are your eating habits lately?"
"Um...I haven't been eating much lately, I guess."
"Would you like something to eat?"
"Yes, please."
"Here, have some crackers."
"Thank you."
"Are you tired a lot?"
"Yes."
"Do you get frequent headaches?"
"Yeah, and nothing helps them."
"Do you ever feel worthless?"
"Yes."
"Do you ever feel...empty?"
"Actually, yes."
"Have you had any trouble concentrating or remembering things?"
"Yes."
"Ok, and one last question. How irritable are you lately?"
"Very."
"Alright, give me one second to write a few things...ok."
"Why were you asking me all those questions?"
"To diagnose you."
"What?!"
"I'm so sorry, Jess, but I'm afraid I've diagnosed you with severe clinical depression."
"Depression."
"Yes. Depression."
"So...Louis called you because he thought I was depressed?"
"It would seem so."
"So I'm depressed."
"Yes."
"Depressed."
"Depressed. Jess, are you alright?"
"No, I'm depressed, apparently."
"Yes, but you seem kind of...hazy all of a sudden."
"I'm fine. Can I go?"
"Yes, but be careful down those stairs..."
"I will, Lindsey."
"You should come back soon. I'll call you to schedule an appointment, yes?"
"Sure."
"Call me if you need anything. Anything at all."
"Okay."
"Watch those stairs, Jess! Jess! The stairs! Oh, God. Oh my God. Gretchen! Call 911, I think she broke her arm!"
"She's unconcious, Dr. Carson! Oh, Lord, there's blood."
"Call 911!"
"Yes, doctor."
"Jessie? Jessie, I'm the paramedic. Can you hear me?"
"Unh...yes..."
"Jessie, you're going to be ok. Jessie, can you hear me? Jessie? You're losing conciousness again. Hold on, Jessie. Almost there."
*A/N*
*cue dramatic organ music*
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