Walking down the hallway, we stop in front of a plain, wooden door. Without knocking, the lady opens it, revealing a spacious room. There's a clean, wooden desk in the center of the room, with a rather old looking man behind it.
"Dr. Taylors, this is Ms. Leewood, your one o'clock patient." The lady tells the doctor, her voice high-pitched and squeaky.
"Thank you Amanda." His voice is gruff, and short with this 'Amanda' chick. "You can leave now." He dismisses her, and she scampers off, as if scared by this man. I have to admit though, he is sort of intimidating.
The door slams behind her, and the trapped feeling settles in. This is going to be a hell of an appointment.
"Come, Camber. You can sit. I don't bite." The guy cracks a grin, removing his wire-framed glasses. He leans back into his over sized chair,and puts his loafer-ed covered feet on his desk.
I go over, and sit on the corner of his leather couch. Might as well cooperate.
"Now, I'm not here to try to force you to talk. That won't get us anywhere. We're going to start off slow, from the basics. You don't have to answer, I just wan't to see where we stand." Dr. Taylors pulls out a yellow legal pad, and hands it to me with an ink pen.
"Now, write your answers to my questions. Got it?" When I nod, he starts.
Carol POV
She's mad. I know that. But, I couldn't stop myself. I know she wants to get better, deep down in her heart. I'm just trying to help her. I know I had promised her the appointment with the other doctor would be it, and I had meant it. At the time.
But then, when we had gotten home from the appointment, there was a message for me. From Dr. Taylors.
"Hello, Mrs. Jones, this is Dr. Taylors, from the IMA (International Mutism Association, don't know if it's real). I was calling about the appointment you had scheduled six months ago. I would like to inform you, that I will be in Seattle, Washington in a month or so. If you would like, we can make an appointment, just call my office." Dr. Taylors was a doctor known around the world for his studies in mutism. He's helped over 100 patients overcome their mutism in the five years he's been working in this field of study.
I made an appointment without thinking. I was just so caught up in the moment, and I love her so much, more than she will ever know. That's why I want her to have a chance at normalcy. That's why I did this.
"Mrs. Jones, Dr. Taylors is ready to see you." The same lady that took Camber back, is the woman standing in front of me now. Amanda, I think is her name.
"Oh, is the appointment over already? That was fast." I comment, standing up, and stretching.
"No, Dr. Taylors likes to do a part with only the patient, and then he likes to see how the patient is with their parent or guardian. It helps the process." Amanda smiles at me kindly, and leads the way.
Camber POV
"You're doing good Camber. Now, we would like to bring in your foster mother for the rest of the appointment." Dr. Taylors slips his glasses back on, and takes his feet off of the desk.
So far, the appointment has gone good. I like him- he isn't very serious, and he isn't trying to force me to do anything. So, against my will, I agree to let Carol come in with us.
We sit in silence for a few minutes, until there's a knock on the door. Amanda is there, and standing besides her is Carol.
"Hello Carol, I believe we spoke on the phone earlier. I'm Dr. Taylors. Please come in, and make yourself comfortable, either on the couch with Ms. Leewood or in a chair." He's smiling politely, being professional. The person he's paid big money to be.
Choose the chair. Choose the chair. Choose the chair. I recite in my head, sending a telepathic message to her. Of course, she doesn't get it though, and comes to sit right next to me on the leather couch. Damn.
"Now, from what Camber has told me-" Dr. Taylors is cut off by Carol, a gleam of excitement in her eyes.
"You got her to talk?!" She turns to me. "Will you talk? Please? Have you overcome it?" I almost feel bad for her, but can't resist the small smirk that takes over my lips.
"No, she didn't talk. I'm not here to make her talk. I'm here to help her cope. Remember?" Dr. Taylors raises an eyebrow in question, crossing his legs.
"Oh, um yeah. That's right." Carol forces a smile, but the disappointment is evident in her eyes, and is like a slap in the face to me.
"Now, Let's get started. Carol, how would you say yours and Camber's relationship is at the moment?" Dr. Taylors already has my answer, but he wants to see if we're on the same page length he told me.
"I think right now, we're going through a rough patch. But in general, I think we have a good relationship." Wrong.
"Okay, now would you like to elaborate on why you two are on a rough patch?" He already knows why.
"Well, you see. At our last appointment, I made a promise to her that that would be her last appointment, and then when we got home, I got your message, and I couldn't help it. I want her to get better, doctor." She wipes away a tear, and I resist snorting. What bullshit. I knew it was too good to be true when she made that false promise. She presented me with false hope.
"I see. But do you think lying to her like that isn't going to help her trust you. Trust is the first step sometimes." It sounds like he's scolding her, and she hangs her head in shame.
"Now, Camber told me something about how you forced a room mate upon her?" Oh, this keeps getting better and better.
"I didn't force him on her. I asked her, and she agreed." Carol shrugs, leaving out a part.
"Really? Because Camber says the deal was that she didn't have to go to anymore appointments if you let him share a room with her. Am I wrong?" I'm loving this. She's finally being called out on her crap. Maybe I will come back for another appointment.
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The rest of the appointment goes like this, and by the end of it I'm happy, and Carol looks psyched out.
"Now, I'm going to be in Washington for a little longer, would you like to make another appointment?" Dr. Taylors smiles, unfazed, and I can tell slightly amused.
I like this man.
"If Camber would like to, we will." Carol looks at me, and when I nod, she sighs, almost disappointed. I thought this is what she wanted. Oh well.
They plan my next appointment, and I leave almost excited. I haven't felt that way in a while. I think I like it.
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