𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 who have been separated for some time reunite however, mindsets have changed, feelings have changed and all-around people have changed as a whole. What happens when the two realize it for themselves.
𝐂𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭...
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I'm gonna need a cigarette after today.
After a long day of helping patients, I finally got home and kicked off my shoes. Today I helped a single mother get the answers she needed about her 10-year-old son. He had really bad violent outbursts and would tend to even make holes in the walls. It could go as far as him being verbally abusive to his mother. The mom never understood why, she thought maybe he was seeking attention and did it for the sake of that.
After several evaluations and checks of progress, I had to tell her the hard truth that her son wasn't seeking attention but instead was suffering from intermittent explosive disorder (IED) for short.
It didn't end there because the mother was in denial and thought that we were making excuse for quote on quote her son's "disrespectful behaviours".
Her coming for my credibility isn't what hurt me its the fact that she has a beautiful child who needs her and her help but instead, she's disregarding him and his disorder.
I've been working with children, adults etc for some time but the one thing I still have trouble getting over is parents or looking passed their child's needs, even in relationships I tend to see a partner ignore their other half's issues, shit ain't right.
Even though my day was long it was far from being over, today would be the day Travis goes home finally. Not to say I wasn't excited for him to be back in the comfort of his own house but it was more so having to deal with his potential attitude. I know you might ask "why can't his parents take care of all that" but sadly that couldn't be the case since they went back home for work-related things.
So I was pretty much left to take care of him as much as I can till he gets back on his feet. Knowing Travis's stubborn self he's going to reject a lot of my help so my expectations are quite low for now.
I took a shower cause I smelt like strong coffee and it was burning off my nose hairs.
I made my way to the hospital, taking a moment to give myself a short pep talk on how everything would be fine and I wouldn't strangle that man.
Walking inside, I was greeted by that oh-so-familiar smell that I hated so much. Hospitals just had this smell of death that was extremely unpleasant, I then greeted the receptionist that has seen my black ass multiple times throughout some time.
I didn't even care to knock at the door, I just waltzed in as if I owned the place. Travis looked scared when he saw the door open but his face went back to his normal emotionless state all over again.
"Hey," he said a bit less dry than the last time we came into contact. I couldn't even lie he looked handsome but my bullshit thermometer was rising, I feel like he's hiding something from me but I don't know what.
