《 Blue 》

《Fifteen》

☆' ..bandaids don't fix bullet holes... '☆

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I ADVISED  Sal to keep a journal, I needed anything I could get to prove he was not of sound mind. It felt vile to lie to him, but I couldn't tell anyone. Not yet.

I did some digging into Sal's original therapist, Dr. Enon, the one sal swears up and down was replaced by this cult, the devourers of God, he called them, insisted that our former pastor was the leader.

It turns out that after his appearance at the trial, Dr. Enon vanished, the next step now is to find the original records of Sal's appointments with Enon. To see if there's anything there I could use without playing into Sal's supposed delusions.

I really do want to keep a professional relationship with Sal, I do, but I'm afraid my own feelings cloud my need for professionalism. The ship of a strictly doctor-patient relationship has long since sailed and there is no coming back from this.

I know that if I pursue Sal while I still act as his therapist, I could lose my job and license altogether. But that's the risk I took going into this. If he's transferred and no longer under my care, I could do exactly that.

Perhaps I was being delusional, who's to say he wants to be free or that he'd return my feelings. Though, if he didn't, I'd be content knowing he's okay, getting the help he needs and living safely.

But perhaps he does feel the same, perhaps we could have a life together, I'd visit him on my days off and we could sir and talk until they made me leave. He would tell me about the treatment he was getting and we'd laugh about stories from the other patients.

I can fantasize all day but there's only one way to make it come true.

I'd do whatever it takes.

'☆you say sorry just for show☆'