Therapy Session (Mac Prison)

Eleven: Dreams Become Reality

Mac looking as insane as ever...why is it so hot?

Trisha couldn't get her mind off of her dream. She didn't say a word of it to Michael, and she spent most of her day in silence, having very mixed feelings about going to work later that day. She had scheduled Mac again for that afternoon in hopes of getting to him the previous day. Now she was reconsidering it, but the schedule was already made, and Mac already knew that he had another appointment with her. She was dreading 11:30, when she would have to be there.

Throughout the day, in a feeble attempt to get her mind off of Mac and her wet dream, she spent it with Hannah, who wanted nothing more than to play Barbies and have her hair braided by her mother. Trisha was perfectly content with that, but when the nanny came over at 11:30 on the dot, Trisha trudged out to her car and slowly got in, hoping to be backed up by traffic. However it seemed that the one day she did want traffic to be bad, there was none at all.

Trisha arrived at the penitentiary at 11:54, and reluctantly got out of the car. She headed inside, trying to appear like she was calm and mature. She clocked in, was greeted by a few coworkers, and headed down the hall towards her office.

"Trisha, wait," Jonathan, the warden, called, making Trisha pause and turn to face him. She was hoping a little that Jonathan would say that she didn't have to work today, but she was proven wrong.

"Yes?" She asked.

"I just wanted to let you know that you have a filing cabinet in your office now, and all of the inmate files are in it. I'd suggest reading them soon, and also your first patient is Rodriguez again. Don't know why you put him in for today, but oh well, you're the therapist. Have a good day, hon." He said, smiling kindly at her.

"Thank you," she said, returning the smile and walking down the hallway, her stomach squeezing and compressing as she did so. She didn't want to deal with Mac, not after her dream. But she had a job to do, so she'd have to suppress all of her memories of the dream. Yeah, she could do this.

She entered her office and noticed the filing cabinet beside her desk. She went over and saw a set of small keys on top of it. She unlocked the first one, and saw a list of names from A to I, and the next cabinet contained inmates with the last names from J to P, then Q to Z. She wrote that down on three little slips of paper and taped them to each cabinet as a reference. She was about to take Mac's file out, when there was a heavy knock on the door. Trisha swallowed the butterflies in her stomach and got up, opening the door to find Mac and the guards outside. Mac looked annoyed and deep in thought, while the guards shoved him inside.

"Hello again, Mac." She said, smiling kindly at him.

Mac huffed a response and glanced around. "Decorated a bit?" He muttered.

"Yes, I wanted to make things look roomy and comfortable." Trisha said, going to sit on her large, cushiony chair that sat by the couch. Mac stood in front of the couch.

"Why is it so fuckin' hot in here?" He muttered.

"If you'd like, you could-" before she finished her sentence, Mac unzipped his jumpsuit and let the top fall to the floor. Now he was in pants and a wife beater, and that was it. Trisha bit the inside of her lip, her dream stirring up again. His arms were a sight, which she hated to admit. Mac sat down and sighed, leaning back until his head rested against the back of the couch.