Therapy

Part 9

Trigger Warnings: Anxiety, depression, suicidal thoughts 

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Maya took a deep breath, getting ready to go run when Amelia walked up to her.

"Hey Maya," the doctor said, startling her a little.

"Oh, hey Amelia," Maya said, smiling a little, "How are you?"

"I'm good," Amelia said, bouncing a little as Marcus fussed in her arms, "Just about to drop this little man off at daycare and them I have to work. How are you doing?"

"I'm..." Maya started, then remembered Amelia knew everything that was going on, "I'm... making it through. I don't know, you know?"

"I understand," Amelia said, nodding as she put a hand on Maya's shoulder, "I know we're not super close, but if you ever need me, I will be there for you."

"Thanks," Maya said, not totally sure why her eyes were filling with tears.

"You are going to make it through this Maya," Amelia said, "I know it doesn't feel like it now, but there will be a day when it's not as bad as it is today."

Maya nodded, blinking a few times.

"I've gotta get to work," Amelia said, "I'll see you later."

"Bye," Maya called, waving as Amelia walked into the hospital.

She then found a bench, stretching a little before she started running. Maya ran for a long time, just trying to clear her head.

Unfortunately, she wasn't pay attention to where she was running and she tripped on a cracked piece of sidewalk. Her ankle that she had sprained before the Olympics twisted as she fell. She luckily caught herself with her hands, taking a deep breath before trying to get up. As she put weight on her ankle, she felt the tell tale pain that happened when she twisted her right ankle.

"Damn it," Maya cursed, tears springing to her eyes. She started limping home. She made it about half way before she just sat down on a bench, her ankle killing her. She just started crying, everything feeling way too overwhelming.

She had been sitting for about fifteen minutes when a car pulled up in front of her. Maya didn't even look up until someone walked up to her. She looked up and saw Vic standing in front of her.

"What's going on?" Vic asked, sitting down next to her.

"I tripped and twisted my bad ankle," Maya said, "And I don't know..."

"Well, you are in luck," Vic said, "Travis and I were just heading home so we can give you a ride. Do you need me to go get him so we can carry you?"

"No," Maya said, laughing through the tears that were still streaming down her face, "I can walk."

"Come on," Vic said, standing up and offering Maya her hand.

The blonde took it before Vic wrapped an arm around her, helping her to the car.

"What happened to you Maya?" Travis asked as Vic helped her into the back seat.

"I twisted my bad ankle," Maya said, wiping at her eyes.

"Ouch," Travis said as Vic climbed in the car, starting to drive toward their apartment.

The ride home was pretty quiet. When they got home, Vic and Travis helped Maya back upstairs even though she insisted she could do it herself.

"Go shower," Vic said as they got into the apartment, "I'll have ice ready when you're done."