Once again Alex found himself in the passenger seat with Crawley driving, he was starting to think that the man was his personal chauffer except that he wouldn't drive to where Alex wanted, and that kind of defeated the whole purpose.
On the bright side of the situation he didn't felt like shit, at least not at the level that he did an hour ago, the pills now had taken full effect calming the throbbing of his arm, and soothing the pain of his throat. Alex observes the scenery from his window, and realized that he recognized the street that he always rode on his bicycle to get to Dr Lambert office, they were getting close, something that he wasn't looking forward to. He takes a last sip of the tea now lukewarm, nevertheless his throat screamed of joy at the liquid
A minute later they stopped in front of the familiar building, and Alex was not even a bit ready to start telling everything that happen in the pass months to the woman, not wanting to feel the judgmental eyes that he would feel that she was throwing at him but in truth it was all in his head.
In reality he doesn't even know why MI6 were insisting that he talks to her, probably just so they can see if they can use him again.
"why do I have to do this" Alex questioned when Crawley stopped the engine. He didn't know why he asked, he knew he wouldn't get a truthful answer, perhaps it was just a fruitless attempt of delaying the inevitable.
"you went through a traumatic experience Alex, Dr. Lambert will evaluate you" Crawley explained, giving him the answer that Alex knew he would give him.
"you can save your money. I can't tell you myself that I'm crazy and mentally unstable" Alex retorted
"we prefer to have an professional opinion if that's alright" Crawley said opening the door, it was the end of the conversation.
There wasn't any reassurance that he wasn't crazy, that none of this was his fault, because that was Jack's job, and Jack wasn't here.
Alex sighed and opened his door getting out of the car, Crawley already waiting at the entrance. They were buzzed in into the empty waiting room. Alex didn't know why did she had a waiting room, Alex never seen someone waiting here, he never even had to wait, it was probably a security feature.
Dr. Lambert was already waiting for him "Alex, I'm happy to see you, why don't you come in" she said with her usual forced smile, Alex couldn't really blame her for that.
The young spy entered the office making sure to drag his feet as he did so. When he sat in the couch he frowned when he saw that Crawley had followed him inside
"don't tell me you want to hear my dirty little secrets" alex said getting no reaction from the man
"as fun as that sounds, I'm just here to check the room" he said taking a phone like device of his pocket scanning the whole room with it. He must have found nothing because a few minutes later he nodded and left the room without a word.
Dr. Lambert sat in front of him holding her usual notepad in her lap.
"Our last session was about two months ago, you never shown again. Why?" she asked looking at him
"well I didn't need it anymore."
"so your post traumatic stress disorder healed just like that?" she asked an Eyebrow raised
"just like that" Alex said lifting his hands slightly
"it doesn't work like that, Alex"
He didn't respond because he knew it was true, he was just covering the trauma with more trauma as a coping mechanism
"I found out who killed my uncle" Alex blurted out, he didn't know why exactly he felt compel to say that, but he did
"you did? " she said in a way for him to keep going
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Where You Belong
حركة (أكشن)Alex really should have stayed home and learned the stupid lines before he failed drama class. But now he was stuck with an assassin and madman, with no help in sight. But what he didn't expect was for Yaseen to kidnap him at the end of the whole or...
