therapy » isco

6

Isco's mind was an absolute mess as he sat down on his black living room couch.

He had been wanting to talk to someone, anyone, about his issues, and the presence of a therapist with the team was more than excellent idea. Now, he didn't have to face the embarrassment of having to talk to one of his mates.

That didn't mean that it would be saving him the embarrassment of talking to a stranger, either. After all, he knew practically nothing about the new doctora.

All he had knowledge of was that she went by the name Esperanza Valdez, and that she was currently living in Madrid.

Isco ran a hand through his regal beard, which he personally thought looked okay on him. He didn't care about his appearance much.

It was now or never, he needed to talk to anyone. He just needed to let go. And that was why he sat there for over an hour, pondering it over in his mind, debating whether or not should he call the therapist.

He looked down hesitantly at his sleek black iPhone 7, and reread the digits Esperanza had typed in on his phone a minute after he had admitted needing her aid. He knew that they were yet to schedule an appointment, and he knew that she wouldn't be waiting for him for the rest of her life. If he needed to get help, then it was a ripe time to do so.

Mustering up his courage, he winced as he pressed 'call'. The phone started ringing, as he started panicking at the thought that she might not be welcoming of a 9PM phone call.

"Hello?" a sweet voice picked up, like silk rubbing against his dark skin.

"Hola, Esperanza. It's me, Isco," he replied softly.

Her voice seemed to portray the smile she must've been wearing at that time.

"How are you Isco? Is anything the matter?" she asked kindly.

He nodded his head, then remembered that she couldn't see him.

"I was just wondering when should our appointment be."

"Well, it's all up to you. When are you available?" she offered.

"I'm available now. Or would that be too inappropriate?" Isco fumbled with the hem of his Tommy Hilfiger shirt, suddenly nervous at the thought of her rejecting meeting him. After all, he was no one important, especially not to her.

Give him one reason why she should be obliged to deal with his emotional issues.

"Nothing is inappropriate about needing help," she replied honestly enough, "We all need to depend on someone sometimes."

He bit at his plump bottom lip, which was protruding in a semi-pout.

He hesitated for a moment, but that moment didn't last long before Esperanza interrupted his train of thoughts.

"I'll text you my address, and you can come over in half an hour," her kind voice promised him.

"Sí, por favor."

"Adios, señor."

He slumped back in the couch as soon as he pressed the red button. Heaving out a sigh, he wondered slightly what he was to do in order to keep himself from having a nervous breakdown in front of someone that knew nothing about him, and vice versa.

Isco huffed a little as he got up, scratching his nicely trimmed beard. He thought that he should make an effort to look decent; after all, he was going to his therapist's clinic.

Technically speaking, she wasn't necessarily his therapist, but she was the closest thing to being so, and Isco wanted to cherish the feeling of perhaps having someone to lean his weight on a bit.