Therapy Session (Mac Prison)

Nineteen: Guilt

Throughout the day, Trisha's mind was swimming with guilt. Guilt that she had tried to seduce Mac when clearly he needed her to talk to. After he had stormed out of her office, Trisha had realized the error of her ways, and wanted to follow Mac and comfort him, but when she stepped out of the office, he was nowhere to be seen. She'd gone back to her desk with a groan, knowing that she wouldn't have another patient for an hour. She didn't want to report that Mac had ran off, though. She wanted to believe that she was concerned for his wellbeing, and that was the only reason for her not calling, but she knew she wasn't. She wasn't calling to save her own ass. If Mac ran out, the warden would ask why, and then if she lied, they'd ask Mac and the story would be different. Trisha could either get fired and possibly divorced, or Mac could get sent to solitary confinement and then the Heathens would run loose. She should just stay quiet until the next inmate came in.

When 6 o'clock came, she was organizing her desk and preparing to head home, when there was a knock at her door. "Come in!" She called, slightly hoping that it was Mac so that she could apologize.

Instead, Jesus walked in, looking mystified and a little upset. "What can I do for you, Jesus?"

He sat down and stared up at Trisha, and she realized that there was a hint of hostility in his eyes, which was a surprise. She'd never seen Jesus upset, or upset at her. "Do you know how Mac is right now?" He asked, but it sounded more like an accusation.

Trisha swallowed the lump in her throat. "No." She admitted.

Jesus nodded. "He's feeling betrayed by you."

Trisha sighed heavily and looked down, twirling her thumbs together. "Is he... is he ok?"

"Do you care?" He asked, sounding genuinely curious, though Trisha could detect hostility that was just barely below the surface.

Trisha sighed again and buried her face into her hands. "I made a mistake."

"Yeah, I could tell." Jesus muttered harshly. "Mac is fine, but he's going to have a bad headache when he wakes up."

Trisha nodded and groaned, sitting back in her chair. "He's not doing anything irrational, is he?"

"I don't think I can tell you." Jesus muttered. "You may write him up and get him sent to isolation."

Trisha shook her head. "I won't. We both have dirt on each other."

Jesus sat back and rubbed his face in his hands. Then he sighed and fixed his gaze on Trisha. "He's drunk as hell. Someone had some homemade brandy and he got drunk off of it. He wanted to do... bad things to you."

Trisha stiffened slightly, but made a mental note of it. "Where is he?"

"That's none of your concern. Just be thankful I stopped him." He grumbled.

Trisha nodded. "Thank you."

Jesus nodded curtly. "He thinks he's a monster because of that, you know."

Trisha took a deep breath and sighed again. "He's not."

"I know. I made sure he knew." Jesus mumbled, sitting back. Then he stared at the ceiling, letting out another breath. "I really wish you hadn't done that to him."

Trisha nodded. "Me too. Could you let him know that I'm sorry?"

Jesus shrugged. "I think you should tell him in person." She sat back and folded her hands in her lap. Then Jesus stood up, stretching a little bit. "I gotta go wake Mac up and get him some water." He said, heading out of the room and letting the door shut heavily.

Trisha sat in silence for a good ten minutes, just thinking about all that Jesus had said. Mac was drunk and if Jesus hadn't been there, he would've tried to rape her. She felt her stomach twisting with fear at the mere idea. She didn't see him agains until next Tuesday, so that gave her a good four days to avoid him. She bit her bottom lip, guilty that she had lead him to that just because she was horny. She was a professional. She should've controlled herself better! She leaned down and grabbed some files, deciding to delve into Mac's files thoroughly over the weekend. Then she paused, noticing Jesus's files weren't all that far from Mac's. After all, their last names were Rodriguez and Rovia. She decided to dive into Jesus's as well, and grabbed a few extra inmates too, that way it wouldn't look like she was focused on only those two inmates.

As she left her office and rounded the corner, she glanced up and saw Mac trudging down the hall with Theodor and Rick on either side of him. Mac looked, in short, horrible. His hair was lopsided and sticking up in places, and she could tell just from his eyes that he still wasn't completely sober. When Mac's eyes fell onto her, they hardened and he glared at her. As he passed, she heard him growl, "Did ya get your rocks off yet?"

Trisha looked down guiltily as she passed. Yeah, she probably deserved that. Hopefully by Tuesday he'd be more calm and allow her to apologize.