Calliope
I climbed the stairs and knocked on
Dr. Evans' door solidly. I didn't feel like waiting today. He answered a few seconds later. "Dr. Torres," he smiled, "come in, come in."
Dr. Evans was the psychiatrist. He works at Greys Memorial, and he's the guy Arizona would be seeing for help.
"Well, zero sleep last night, like you said."
"Was it difficult to get her to go back to sleep?"
"Not particularly, but she didn't want to be touched. In fact, she said she was going to sleep on the floor. Before that she acted as though I'd killed her dog when I asked if she wanted to take a shower. I had to reteach her how to use utensils at dinner. The police came and demanded a statement from her. She freaked out and I made them leave. I had to return their recorder thing this morning."
"Sounds like an interesting day. If she said she was going to sleep on the floor, that's probably because she was made to sleep there during her imprisonment."
"Yes, I'd thought that."
"She was probably either force fed, or made to eat in a degrading way, which is why utensils seemed foreign to her. I know it was only a year and a month, but for her it probably seemed much longer. And as for the shower thing," he paused. "I don't know, but they probably used a high pressured hose on her as a form of discipline."
I nodded solemnly.
"Anything else?"
"She told me about the day she was abducted."
He looked up at me in shock. "She had a break through?"
"She told me plain as day," I said.
"Interesting."
"Zona has always been a grab the bulls by the horns kind of woman. I think she wants to get better, so she's going to try her best and do so. I guess she's still got a little of that left," I sighed.
"I look forward to speaking with both of you tomorrow," he said. "Was there anything else?"
"What can I do? I don't know what to do anymore," I say. "I know it's only been a day, but I'm in over my head."
"Just relax and work with her moment by moment. If you mess it up, it's not the end of the world. You may need to call in back up, her best friend perhaps," he suggested.
"I'm sort of already doing that. She doesn't trust me. She doesn't flinch when I touch her or anything, but I can see it in her eyes. Why can't she trust me?"
"You're a woman. She was abused by women. Maybe instead of being with Mark while you're gone, she should be with Teddy. Or Miranda. Meredith or Cristina. Let her be around other women. And spend as much time with her as possible."
He sighs, before continuing with the sad truth.
"But don't leave her alone. There is no telling what she could do to herself right now."
Dread filled my veins.
She could kill herself.
