Marlowe's Massacre | ;

CHAPTER 10

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"You want me to sign you off stating you're eligible to work again when you won't even answer my key concerns, Teddy? By all means I am your therapist and what I do is try my best to help you help yourself and sadly I haven't been satisfied with your cooperation so no, I'm not giving you the upper hand. I'm not signing those papers."

"Doctor Roe, you do realize I go to St. Kathrine Academy and you do realize I have to work off monthly dues and fees that aren't gonna pay themselves. I'm not rich like those privileged bastards and I'm not letting you stand in my way of getting my money."

Letting off a vacant smile, Doctor Roe placed the coffee in his old hands onto his desk and smiled amusingly. "And you do understand mental health comes before education? I don't care if you're angry when you're with me, your well-being comes first." He paused and waited for the young scholar to look him in the eyes. "Until you come to the realization that I'm here to aid you, then no, the answer will always stand that way."

Teddy backed the chair up harshly and got up. Her arms were folded over her chest and her eyes were slanted harshly. Doctor Roe let her pace slowly around his locked office before she was ready to talk. "What do you want to know?" She asked, finally sitting back down.

"Pardon?"

"What do you want to know about Marlowe, what do you want me to tell you? If that's the only way then, I'm ready. No half answers, just whole honesty."

Doctor Roe thought long and hard of all the questions he had wanted to ask Theodora but never did; all the sunken lies and pleasant truths waiting to be said, what an anticipating itch he was about to scratch. Grabbing his chart he fixed his posture. "The night on the ledge did you see what Marlowe was wearing?"

"No."

Immediately Doctor Roe only replied with a sigh before coming to sit across from her on his desk. "Close your eyes."

"For what?"

"Mentally you remember well when it's dark." He replied before continuing. "Next, breathe in slow and relax. This will take some time." And as she did what she was told, Doctor Roe watched weakly as her body calmed and her expression sat still. Twelve minutes in of nothing but ticking silence and the overcast of Mourning Doves weeping, Teddy breathed out once more just as he tapped the bridge of her shoulder. "I'm going to hypnotize you." He hummed.

And he did.

Before Teddy could hesitate, her shoulders slouched forward. Her already closed eyes fluttered and Doctor Roe caught her body before it hit the floor. Oh, what an interesting person Doctor Roe was. He hadn't done this in such a long time; the last encounter had been, for lack of better words miserable. He hoped this would work on her, though. Laying her back on the chair he started his task. "Teddy, you're back on the ledge. You see Marlowe. You talk to him, you see he's in pain. The flashlight in your hand is dim but you can still see what he is wearing. What's he wearing?"

"I d-don't know." She furrowed out dubiously. "It's dark. Sandy. Windy."

"There is no wind or sand. There's you and him. It's clear as day. No storm. No thunder. Now what is he wearing?"

"A uniform."

"Good. Is he wearing the blazer?"

"No, his sleeves are rolled up to his elbow."

"Is there anything that sticks out on his arms? Has he been cutting himself?"

And before Teddy could answer, Doctor Roe noticed shifts in her unconscious body. Her skin was turning cold, sweating under stress and her breathing staggered slowly, still he wouldn't allow himself to wake her yet.