To Heal the Enemy

31

Chapter Thirty-One: Munchies

Alex's pov:

"So what's been going on?" Dr. Mallory asks.

She just got here and we decided I would explain what's been going on before she sees and talks to her herself.

"She has been having these episodes since she was sixteen. They aren't frequent but she gets extremely depressed to the point where she won't eat or even get out of bed. They last for about a week at a time.

"I think it sounds like bipolar but I don't know if she is ever manic if that makes sense because from what I think I know about bipolar, don't you have to have manic episodes along with depression ones?"

"There's a good chance you may not know if she even has manic highs because it may not be an obvious change like the depression lows are. From what it sounds like bipolar could be the case, but I still would like to talk to her. Does she know that I am here to help? Does she want help?"

"Not exactly. I told her you were coming to help her and let's just say she was not too fond," I say recalling earlier.

She still looks the same as yesterday. In bed.

I got her to eat a couple of bites of a sandwich and some salad but she still doesn't have much of an appetite.

"So I want you to hear me out before you object." I start by saying while I move the plate on her nightstand. She is looking at me, actually looking somewhat intrigued. "Someone is coming to talk to you and maybe get you some help."

She sits up on her own and I prepare for the outburst.

"You what?" She asks with venom laced in her voice.

"You need help Anala. I'm not letting you go through this alone and without doing something. I can't say I know what you are going through but I do know that this isn't you and you don't deserve this happening to you and dragging you down. You've worked way too hard."

For a second I think maybe my words meant something to her but then it's like a flip of a switch and she's gone.

"I don't need fucking help, Alex. Maybe go worry about your fucking self I'm sure there's something you can actually do instead of obsessing over me all the time it's pathetic," she rolls her eyes.

"Well someone needs to because what you are doing isn't healthy," I say crossing my arms not letting her words get to me.

"Why don't you go find someone else? I'm sure you could, I mean with that body I'm sure hundreds of girls would go crazy over you. So leave, I don't want your help. I am very much capable of handling myself."

"The doctor is coming at one. You can wear that or you can change it, up to you." I say skipping over everything she says because there really is no point in fueling the fire.

"I'm not fucking speaking to a doctor," she says with disgust.

"Well, that's too damn bad because it's happening." I get up to leave. Then I turn around back to her before I leave the door. "And for the record, I could never be crazier for anybody than you."

With that, I turn away before she can react and close the door.

"That's definitely common. I say we just get right into business. Shall we?" She asks while putting her glasses on and taking a peek at some paper she's holding.

I nod and walk for her to follow me to Anala's bedroom.

I walk in to see her watching something on her phone while still in bed.