50 Shades of Drake 3 and 4

Torn: Chapter Eighteen

    "Did he say how long he has to stay?" Aubrey asked when Destiny exited the hospital room.

    "They want to keep him overnight for observation, after what he went through," Destiny said, closing the door behind her.

    "It's not a bad idea for you to get checked out also," Aubrey said, walking up to her and cupping her face in his hands. He tilted her face up and looked her over. "You both had to be quite shaken up in there."

    "Speaking of it being a good idea for us to get checked out, now would be a good time for you to speak to a doctor about your PTSD," she said, grabbing onto his wrists and looking up at him. "We're already at the hospital. We're already here. All we have to do is find the right doctor."

    "I haven't made an appointment. I don't think you can just walk into a psychologist's office without one."

    "Excuses," she accused. "Maybe we'll get lucky."

    He sighed and looked at some point over her head.

    "You're still having the nightmares. You owe it to yourself to at least talk to someone about it."

    His hands fell away from her face. "We can check to see if a doctor is at least available," he relented.

    As they walked to the nurse's station, Destiny said, "I hope it's okay, but I told Brian we would pick him up tomorrow when he's released."

    Aubrey arched a brow at her.

    "With his arm in a sling, it's not like he can drive," she pointed out. "And his car is still at Graham Enterprises anyway, isn't it?"

    "Cabs do exist," Aubrey told her.

    "He doesn't have anyone here...his family lives far away, out in the country. He shouldn't have to catch a cab from the hospital."

    They came to a stop at the nurse's station, and Aubrey said, "We can pick him up when he's released tomorrow."

    The nurse stationed at the desk advised which section of the hospital treated mental health conditions.

    Aubrey turned away from the nurse's desk. "'Mental health condition,'" he repeated under his breath. "Great."

    Destiny linked arms with him. "Will you please stop judging yourself? You suffered through something that no one should have to. You're probably still having a hard time processing it all. All you should care about is making those nightmares go away."

    Either they lucked out, or the doctor they approached realized that Aubrey Graham was standing in front of him, because the doctor had an open window of time to speak. Aubrey turned and looked down at Destiny.

    He actually looks nervous, she thought, staring back up at him. "It's going to be okay. I'll be right out here in the waiting room."

    "Can you...come in with me?" Aubrey asked her.

    He's really nervous, she realized. She nodded without hesitation. "Sure, of course."

    The therapist, who'd introduced himself as Dr. DuBois, led the way into his office. He was short, with thinning dark hair and looked to be in his mid- to late-forties. He gestured to the two chairs in front of his desk. "How can I help, Mr. Graham?"

    Aubrey waited for Destiny to sit down, then seated himself. "Well...I'm just here to explore options for treatment."

    "Treatment of?" Dr. DuBois asked, claiming the seat behind the desk.