My therapist

The theapy room

She goes over a tray filled with medical supplies she picks up a needle and walks over to me.

She calmly says to me this is gonna hurt but it's for your own good.
You have to be asleep for when we transfer you to the therapy room.

He asked why I needed to asleep she told me it's classified details I don't want you knowing what's outside those doors.
I nod as I waited for her to stick the needle in..

She proceeds
She inserted the needle into my neck. I wince from the sensation of the needle.
She takes a step back and watch's me as the medicine kicks in.
I start to go limp.
As my therapist and her come over to take off the restraints.

He wakes up He's sitting back in a chair with his hands and feet tied.
  He looks around the small dark room.
His therapist is standing on the other side of the room making her way to him.
He doesn't say much just watching her movements.

My POV:
I see Tae in the chair as I make my way to him.
He looks up at me watching me
She wasn't just there to treat him, she was here to connect with him understand his past. Make him a better person.
She would not rest until she has reached the depths of his mind. Hoping to cure him.

She stands infront of him she spoke and asked:
What did you mean by that yesterday night?
He looked at her and said "I have a dream, a purpose, that guides me" he softly spoke.
His words carrying a weight of determination. That touched my heart. As she listened to his story unfold. She felt a surge of emotion wash over her. His refusal to be defined as his mental struggles.

Days turned into weeks after the first session.
She found herself drawn into him more and more. Each time they met. Not just because he was her patient. But because she saw beyond his diagnosis. She saw a light within him she just needed a way to make him a better person.
She thinks doctors just don't understand as much as she does with him.

Could she really help Tae? Or was he beyond her reach.
Or perhaps her emotions were getting the best of her.