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Chapter Fifty-Nine: Monoamine Oxidase Inhibitors

Chapter Fifty-Nine: Monoamine Oxidase Inhibitors

Ellie

One Month Later

"I think that the best thing to do here is to prescribe you with some medication." My therapist, June, said with a sigh.

I swallowed nervously. "What kind of medication?"

"Monoamine oxidase inhibitors," she said slowly. I blinked at her, not understanding the medical term. "Antidepressants." June clarified.

I sunk back into the red leather chair. "Oh. I didn't think I'd need those."

She shrugged. "It's very typical for a patient to underestimate the severity of their condition."

"Right," I said dryly. "When can I pick them up?"

"I'll sign you a prescription note right now," June told me, picking up a slip of paper and proceeding to scribble something down onto hit. She then handed it over to me with a small smile. "You can go to your nearest pharmacy to collect these."

I folded up the yellow piece of paper and put it into my back pocket and nodded. I scooped up my bag from the floor and smiled at June. "Thank you."

She smiled at that. "You're welcome."

I made my way out of the dark room quietly, and pulled the bag over my shoulders numbly as I made my way through the main hallway and out of the building. People were buzzing by, clearly none of them having nothing more to worry about rather than basic things like work and money. Shaking my head, I called up for a taxi.

Instead of going home immediately, I went and picked up the two bottle of pills from the pharmacy and then I stalled myself even further by taking my time to put the medication away in my rucksack slowly and by walking home with a lousy pase.

***

Mark was downstairs when I arrived home. He glanced across and when he made eye contact with me, he smiled.

"Hey," he called out, standing up. "How was todays session?"

I took in a breath before pulling my bag off my shoulders and plucking a bottle from the inside. I handed it to him and let my eyes drop to the floor.

"Monoamine oxidase inhibitors," Mark said slowly. "What are they?"

I took the bottle from his grasp and replaced it in my bag. "Antidepressants, Mark."

His eyebrows shot up with the realization. "Oh. Isn't that a good thing?"

"I mean, I guess so," I shrugged. "It'll help but.. I didn't realize I was in so deep. Sorry. I must be really tiring."