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I gave Flynn the load down of what happened last night and I just want this to be over. I just want to close my eyes and not have bad dreams. After my session Christian had a talk with Flynn which I know was about me and his concerns about me. So I wait with Flynn's secretary in the waiting area. 15 minutes later Christian came out and he and Flynn talked to me about other treatment options for me to try. One was where I have to drink a few tables and go to sleep for a few days then the other one was where I have a therapist with me 24/7 for about 3 months or longer, while I go to sleep to make certain observations.

I like the hands-on approach the best. The sooner I can go through this the better for me, my poor husband and of course my babies at home. As of tomorrow evening, I will go to Flynn's recommended institute where they will be putting me through this therapy technique. They say I can't see or speak to my family for three to four weeks at all. It will be torture for me. We drove home with Taylor and Sawyer at the front of the SUV. I looked out my window as my new wave of tears roll down my face I turn away from Christian and looked out my window so he won't see me crying. Four weeks of not see or hear Teddy's voice will be more torture then what I currently going through. Fold my arms around myself.

'Hey.' Christian said and touched my shoulder. 'Please look at me, baby.' I turned around and lay on his lap. 'Hush now angel. Everything will be okay.'

'How will everything be okay?'

'You will get better and then for your reward you can see the kids when you come home.' This made me cry even more hiding my face in my hands and turned away from him. Before I could think again, I was in his lap and he wraps his arms around me.

'What reward is there for a mother not speaking to her own kids for 3 months? Please explain that to me, just please.'

'Yes, this form of therapy is a bit extensive and if it works you will be getting better.'

'But not even speaking to the kids, Christian please I will go out of my mind not speaking to the kids.'

'My baby, come here. Maybe we can talk to Flynn about it then.' He said and kissed my forehead. I just nod my head. We pulled up at the house. I need to book in at the instituted tomorrow afternoon in the Las Vegas. Yes, I have to take a two and a half hour flight to Las Vegas to book in at the institute there. Walked into the house I felt like I'm in a daze not registering anything around me. Christian was on the phone with Stephan to get our flight in place. Phoebe cried upstairs and I went to attend to her. Gail looked at me strangely and then went to go get Christian. Teddy ran around me singing some nursery rhyme to me. It all became too much for me and I passed out with Phoebe clutched in my arms.

'Damn it Ana!' I heard Christian say when he came running with Teddy towing behind him. Teddy must have gone to get Christian. Good boy. Felt him take Phoebe from me, and hand her back to Gail. My ears started singing and then I couldn't remember anything anymore. I felt my body flop around on the nursery floor.

'She seizing!' Christian yelled. I was turned on my side. Teddy started crying in the background. Gail took him and Phoebe away. After that, I could not remember a thing.

I opened my eyes and I was in a strange place with Christian sleeping in a stuffed wingback chair. I sat up and looked around. The room was small with a window with mesh on the outside, the walls have been painted light green and white with only a single bed, a nightstand and two chairs. There was a glass jug of water with a glass on the nightstand. There was a suitcase my suite case laying down in the corner. My guess is I'm in the instituted. Folding my legs up to my chest as I rest my head against the wall. A person walked through the thick door of my room. She an Africa-American woman well dressed with a white doctors coat on with the name doctor Williams embroider on it.

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