"What's the last thing you remember?"Curly swallowed hard but looked at the therapist with pain in his eye and in a tired broken voice, he explained;
"Glass. Closing. He pulled the trigger.""He pulled what trigger?"
It felt like an interrogation rather than actual therapy to help him process the horrors he saw. Like it was fake. He felt like he stepped out of his body, he wasn't in control. Merely a spectator watching what was going on.
"Grant, what trigger?"
Curly opened his mouth then shut it again. The air felt sour for some reason. "I already... told you," he hissed.
The 'r' was still a pain for him to pronounce, but less painful than before. He just wanted to go back to his own schedule. That day in the garden with Beatrice... with Beebee. He opened up slightly about Jimmy's actions. Only that he took his own life. Her reaction was tame but he could see in her eyes how she suppressed her real opinions and emotions. Those big brown eyes couldn't hide anything. He saw too much in them. "Those brown eyes.""You expressed that Jimmy had committed suicide, however you never explained why he'd want to do such a thing?"
Had it been minutes or hours? Curly wasn't sure. "To run away," he murmured.
He wanted to be angry. But he had no energy. Curly felt like he would never get that energy back. His heart always felt empty and like someone squeezed the life out of it and then just threw it back in his chest."Did you see him do this?"
He slumped his shoulders. "I was in one s...spot it was not ha...hard to know what he did." Was this therapist suggesting that he pulled the trigger? How?
The therapist didn't look evil. "Am I being too defensive?" Curly didn't trust his own thoughts currently. He clearly didn't have the best sense of judgement on people. And clearly didn't make good decisions regarding said people.
The therapist nodded and then wrote some things down, giving a half hearted 'mhm'. Curly looked to his side at his bed. They decided to do the appointment in his room for added comfort. He was really starting to see that area as his even though he hadn't been there for a month even."Your healing is progressing nicely, that must be something to look forward to, no?"
He had enough with these idiotic comments. Curly nodded. The therapist waited. He wanted words. "Yes."
Now he was just plain tired and wanted his afternoon nap although it was only 10:30 in the morning. He had barely even serrated his day before Beebee came in with his breakfast to explain how his morning was going to go. She fed him as usual. No matter what, she never made him feel like a burden."Grant?"
His thoughts had wandered.
"Yes?""Did you have any close personal relations with other members of the ship?"
"No. I... we were friends. Nothing else," Curly felt a pit in his stomach when the question was asked. It was obviously in relation to Anya. He hated the fact he was right there by her, right there. Curly looked down and sighed.
"I..." he didn't know if he should even relive anything by telling this stranger stuff."I see. Well, that's all the time we have for today, Grant. I trust you'll be ready next week if you feel the need to open up more," The therapist stood up and gave a gentle pat on his shoulder then walked to the door. Curly couldn't decide who was friend or foe at this point. Who wanted what or who needed something from him.
"Anya needed you and you didn't even give her the bare minimum of help."
His thoughts were a whirlwind. Some days he could shut them out and others he simply let them poke and prod at his conscience. Curly barely had energy to even keep his heart pumping, much less battle the guilty thoughts.
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Fanfiction"You really do believe me don't you?" He mumbled. I hesitated and then turned off the water and grabbed the damp hand towel. I walked over and sat across from him, dabbing the corner of his mouth. "Of course I do," I whispered. He gave a half-heart...