A Fairytale Ending: A Christina Grimmie & Bobby Plizak Fanfiction (trilogy)

Chapter 19

"It'll be fine, honey. All it can do is help," Bobby said as he squeezed my hand.

"People are gonna see me walking into a therapist's office. It's gonna be all over the news: Christina Grimmie has schizophrenia! Here are the pictures to prove it!"

"But, the point is, you'll be better afterward. Baby, I'm worried about you. I don't even remember the last time you got enough sleep," he said.

I sighed. "Let's go."

It wasn't more than five seconds we spent getting out of the vehicle with our hands apart, but we both interlocked our fingers as soon as we were side by side again.

We got inside and it already seemed like a place where they wanted you to be calm. Bobby went up to the receptionist and said that Christina Grimmie was here and we waited.

This reminded me too much of a doctor's office even though there was barely a waiting room and we were the only people in it. I was squeezing Bobby's hand then unclenching, then squeezing again to follow with unclenching. He could tell I was nervous.

He leaned over and whispered, "It'll be fine," before kissing my temple lightly and I nodded.

"I know." I didn't know why I was so worried. I was worried this would be worse than I thought, like I had some rare disease and it would only get worse and there was no way to fix it.

Soon enough, a woman came out with a teenage boy and he sat down near us as she motioned for me and Bobby to follow her.

I squeezed Bobby's hand again as we stood up.

"Hello, Ms. Grimmie, Mr. Plizak," she said and shook our hands. "I'm Dr. Jansen."

I smiled at her and quickly grabbed Bobby's hand again.

"So, you're here because of issues with sleep?"

I nodded. "Mainly with nightmares. I wake up around three a.m. and can't get back to sleep. Then if I try to take a nap, I can't sleep either because the nightmare is still in the back of my mind. But I'm fine by the time I should go to sleep. Yet I still wake up at three a.m. the next day."

"Okay," she said. "I guess I should've asked this sooner, but I kind of assumed it was fine. You would prefer Mr. Plizak-"

"Bobby," he said.

"Bobby to be here, yes?" she continued.

I nodded. "Yes." Then I squeezed his hand.

"Okay, I'm not going to ask you to go into great detail on these dreams, but can you explain the general idea of them?" she asked.

I cleared my throat. "Uh... mostly bad things happening to my sons. The death of one of them, followed by the death of the other. Often times, something bad happens to Bobby, too," I said and glanced at Bobby.

This time he squeezed my hand comfortingly and I watched Dr. Jansen take a few more notes on what I'd just said.

"Okay," she said and looked up. "I'm thinking the best option here is to give you a mild sleeping pill for a week or so. It'll help you get to sleep and then it'll put you in a deeper sleep so you hopefully won't dream. After four days to a week, you can try without the pill and see if it's better."

"Will it affect the baby at all?" I asked and glanced at my stomach.

"No, it's just a mild pill for a small amount of time, and I'll make sure it has no effect on the fetus before I prescribe it," she answered.

"Well," I started, but my voice trailed off.

"Christina, I think you should do it. You need your sleep," Bobby said.