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I'm A Survivor

"I am fine. I am happy to be here. Truly, I have been through a lot, and I'm lucky to be alive, and I'm lucky to be okay, and I get that. So, yes, I'm just happy to be here." I whispered.

"Great. You know, Doctor, most surgeons, uh, get kind of rankled at Hospital-Mandated therapy."

"Bailey's just looking out for me. I know the drill. So this should be quick. You know, you chose the short straw, or...is it the long straw? Whatever the good straw is." I joked as my therapist chuckled.

We were both sitting down in his office, as he had asked me if I was happy to be here. If I was happy to not be working, and to be alone with my son. He asked me if I was happy to be here, and live this morning. 

Which I was.

"Boom. I'll be in, I'll be out. These sessions shouldn't take all that long."

"But before we start, Doctor, I was assigned your case, and if you would prefer a female therapist, I would be totally comfortable with that."

"Oh, because it was a man who attacked me?" I asked.

"Yeah. And it's important that you feel that you're with the right person, that you feel comfortable, that you get what you need."

"I appreciate that. I'm fine. I just need a tape-and-glue guy."

"Tape and glue?"

"Yeah, just, you know, ask me a few questions and patch me up and send me on my way. I've been to therapy before."

"Uh-huh."

"I've dealt with the big stuff. This isn't the big stuff we're dealing with." I said as he sighed and took a seat.

"Elena, you were attacked in your own hospital, and you consider that small stuff?"

"Have you read my file?"

"You're saying that you've been through a lot."

"I am. And I have. My adoptive father was shot right in front me. My mentor died of Alzheimer's. My stepmother died of the hiccups. My sister died in a plane crash, alongside my husband, who died a month after landing in Seattle. My brother was hit by a semi. That file, it's a real page-turner."

"Elena, something terrible happened to you."

"Oh, and did I mention that I was raped and abused as I child?"

"What?"

"Yeah, I don't normally add that to my file when I see a therapist because it's not under my real name."

"Then what's your real name?" He asked.

"Wouldn't you like to know," I whispered.

"Now, to answer your last question, it did. And terrible things happen every day."

Jackson's POV

Walking to Trauma 3, I tie the back on my yellow gown.

"What the hell happened?" I yelled out.

"Ambulance exploded," April said.

"What?"

"Partial thickness burn to the upper chest."

"Follow the light with your eyes," Amelia whispered as she stood beside me.

"Okay, good."

"What happened?" The patient gasped.

"Your rig exploded, but don't worry. We've got you, okay? You're gonna be okay."

"Oh, Shepherd, they need you in trauma 1," Bailey ordered as she walked passed the room.