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     "The voices just keep getting louder.." Octavian said softly. "I don't know how to deal with Amanda. She is speaking over James and Charlotte." She shifted in her chair and looked down in embarrassment. "I know I am in control of my own head, but I feel like they keep getting stronger, like they could overpower me someday.. I know that sounds dumb, too. I just don't know what to think. I can't even sleep at night."
     Genevieve typed all of what Octavian said on her computer, making notes as she went. "Octavian, nothing you say could sound dumb to me. I've studied your disorder, and I understand it. I'll give you some meds to help you sleep at night, but it seems like we've made progress since the first visit."
     She tore the prescription slip from its notebook and handed it to Octavian. "Thank you so much, Genevieve." "It's no problem at all, honey. Go get some sleep, I'll see you next week. Have sweet dreams."
    Octavian stood and walked into the lobby of the office. She handed the small, plump lady the prescription and waited for a receipt to pick it up from the pharmacy. When she got it, they exchanged 'thank you's and such.
     Floyd was outside waiting for her, and when she walked out he gave her a small, but heartfelt hug. He saw the trails from tears in her makeup. "How are you?" He said in a soft, sweet voice. "I'd rather not talk about it.." she mumbled. "I need sleep." "Okay. I'm here for you, you know that right?" He knew she was upset, but he didn't want to pry. "Yes, I know..thank you, Floyd," she murmured.