The Sun Shines Bright

Welfare/Practice

As much as they would like to go to therapy together. Blaze and Amy both agree to go separately. The last thing they want to do is end up in couples counseling. So they go apart. To work more on themselves. Their relationship isn't perfect, but it's a lot better than their own problems. So off to therapy they go. To deal with all of this and hopefully help themselves with any possible problems they don't know or they know they have. After getting an intake, they got an appointment. They go to therapy on a nice sunny day. Blaze is smiling while Amy is neutral.

"Hello, your name is?" The therapist asks, looking at their subject.

"Blaze." The subject responds with a nice but neutral tone.

"Age?"

"16."

"Alright, why are you here?" They ask kindly of the patient, giving her a nice smile.

"To work through the trauma of seeing dead bodies. Mainly my best friends' parents and my girlfriend's parents."

"Alright, what do you want to go through first?" The patient thinks for a split second before responding.

"Probably the dreams."

"Dreams?" The therapist raises an eyebrow at the prospect.

"Yes." The patient responds calmly.

"What do these dreams look like?" The therapist raises her pen and clipboard.

"Green, very green." The patient pauses like she has more to say. She stays quiet however, maybe she doesn't want it to come out. Maybe she's having trouble saying it.

"Anything else?" The therapist questions to maybe get some further elaboration on why the green is possibly concerning.

"Yeah, sorry." The patient rubs the back on her head in apology.

"No need to apologize." The therapist confirms, which relieves the patient.

"Thanks. Well I see my house and my best friend's house. Nothing has changed about them. I also see a car there too. That car is where I saw my girlfriend's Mom. All of these places are empty. I can interact with this world and now I know it's a dream, so, it's more weird than nightmarish." The patient describes.

"Interesting."

"Yeah, there was this other one too." The patent says shyly.

"If you wouldn't mind sharing it, I would be happy to hear it." The therapist gives the patient a big smile to reassure her.

"Yeah, sorry. This one is actually a nightmare. Basically the only thing that happens is that I see images of the dead bodies I saw. Nothing else. Just those four faces." The therapist looks at her with actual shock. Dropping any sort of stoicism that she has beforehand.

"...That one's more concerning. Have you had any problems due to these dreams?" The therapist gives a mild concerned tone.

"Pain."

"How much pain?" The therapist asks, putting a pen to her mouth. With it taped open if she wants to put down any notes.

"So much where I can't move."

"Okay that's definitely a problem." The therapist seemingly breaks her facade completely to more humanly review the problem. The patient notices this and enjoys it.

"Yeah, alright. Fair enough." The patient has a small snicker but more to release emotion than from anything being funny.

"Anything else you need to tell me or work through today" The therapist asks with a concerned look.

"Let me think..."

"Name?" The therapist says in a plain yet not monotone way. He looks directly at the patient who is smiling at him.

"Amy" The patient simply responds.

"Age?"

"15"

"What problems are you facing?" He asks with the most mild amount of concern possibly that you can't even hear it.

"My parents died recently, also apparently they were neglectful" The patient relays.

"Did you feel like they were neglectful?" The therapist questions, while getting a pen ready to write down anything.

"Well it's more obvious at this point, but I used to not know" the patient looks down to the floor and away from the doctor.

"Does this cause you any trauma or general discomfort?" The therapist says looking at his clipboard.

"No?"

"Was that a question?" The therapist questions the patient. Who gives a nervous smile back to the therapist.

"I mean it was traumatic but I never really realized it until afterwards... So I guess I feel emotional pain from it, but nothing much besides that"

"Alright, how about them dying?" The therapist plainly asks.

"Right to the point, huh? Um, well, again, yes. But not too much, still. More again, emotional pain."

"Alright, anything else?" The therapist looks the patient dead in the eye.

"I don't think so?" The patient appears she doesn't want to give any of her possible secrets or issues she has.

"Why was that a question?" The therapist says giving her a serious look.

The two get out of therapy, Blaze is happier while Amy is more angry than anything. The two meet outside. Blaze gets out before Amy. Blaze is smiling, Amy is trying her best to not look absolutely fuming. Blaze greets her girlfriend, Amy is happy to see her too and greets her back very happily.

"That was nice." Blaze says with a smile on her face and hope shot into her veins for herself and all her problems.

"They asked too many questions" Amy responds with a huff, obviously trying to show her displeasure with therapy to Blaze

"Do you not want to go back?" Blaze asks, concerned.

"I don't, but I'll do it for you and because I probably need it more than I think I do. Maybe, maybe it'll get better, maybe" Amy suggests as a compromise, it doesn't help her that much, but Blaze cares for her, and maybe that's enough to get her to stay

Blaze laughs, while Amy takes Blaze's hand and takes her away. Gone away from therapy and going back to their lives. Amy is way too happy to be doing this. Taking herself and Blaze away as quick as she can without looking crazy to others or Blaze. So a bit but not too much. Maybe even not noticeable to some.

Blaze gets home and talks about how great it was for her. Amy pretends it was good for the sake of her grandma, but goes to her bed and stares at the ceiling.