Total Drama: The PTSD Cases

Trent

Trent walked through the doors of the mental hospital. As he walked down the long hallways with flickering lights he looked through some of the open doors. Most patients staying in actual rooms were sedated, but a couple were in restraints.

"Trent, man, how's it going?" Chris asked as Trent hopped off the boat onto the dock.

Trent responded with; "I've been alright man. I just released my new single and–"

"That's nice friend."

Trent heard the clicking of handcuffs and his eyes widened. "Chris? What are you doing?" A hand suddenly came around from behind Trent and smothered him with a cloth. Trent smelled whatever was sprayed onto the cloth and passed out. He woke up a few hours later inside a rather large dog cage. He was chained to one of the metal bars. After calling out for help for about an hour his voice was shot.

Trent shook the traumatic thought out of his head before stepping into Dr. Lynch's office. Said psychiatrist was sitting behind his desk with a pad of paper and a pen. "Trent," he said, "sit down and let's talk." Trent obliged. "So how have you been sleeping?"

"I'm able to sleep through the night, but I keep on having this recurring dream." 

Dr. Lynch eased a bit farther up on his desk, intrigued with what was going through Trent's mind. "Can you tell me about this dream?" He clicked his pen, prepared to write down what his client had to say.

Trent sighed but admitted his night terror to Dr. Lynch. "So it's a memory from back on the island; when Gwen, Izzy, Noah and I were stuck on Boney Island. It's the exact same moment, but every time it ends a little different. Gwen cuts her arm on one of the spikes and I tare off my shirt sleeve and use that to bandage her arm up. Then the ending is always different. Her cut gets infected, or it won't stop bleeding, or even something crazy happens like bees fly out of it. Either way she always ends up dead." Trent began to tear up at the thought of Gwen dying.

"You really care about her," Dr. Lynch stated.

"Care about her? I'm in love with her! Of course I care about her." Trent wiped the tears away before speaking again. "After I have the dream I always wake up in a puddle of my own sweat. Is there anything you can prescribe to make all of this go away?"

"I'm afraid that in trauma situations like this prescribing medication is tricky. If you were having trouble sleeping I could write you up a prescription for sleeping pills but it sounds like you're sleeping fine."

Trent's eyes went wide at the last part. "Sleeping fine?" he asked, rhetorically. "I'm not 'sleeping fine'. I have the same nightmare every night!"

"And you need to remind yourself that Gwen is safe. Her injuries were treated when you all were rescued, and most importantly you are all off the island and safe back home."

Trent stood up. "With him still on the loose none of us are safe." He walked out the door despite Dr. Lynch calling him back and reminding him that their session was not over yet. When Trent was about to leave the hospital he ran into DJ. "Don't trust that doctor, man," Trent told his friend. "He's up to no good." With that he pushed open the heavy doors and walked away from any progress he had made in getting better.