"I'm surprised you called me." Thomas voiced after taping his pen on the clipboard twice to fill the silence. "I see you've getting well, your shoulder doing well?"
The dull pain hits me as if on cue, making me huff in irritation and anger. I called Thomas for a reason, but every time I try to get the words out my mind pushes me to that horrible day. "Yeah," I finally spoke. "The meds are going well, but it's not enough to put me to sleep."
He nod his head in understanding, "I'm glad you're not mixing then what I prescribed you and what the doctor gave you. Do you want to speak about what happened that day? You've been closed off."
"Yeah, well, seeing your girlfriend- sorry, ex girlfriend- being shot by her mother is not really something a person can process so quickly. Anyway, every time I sleep, I revision that moment; going over everything I've done." Even closing my eyes now, I can still hear myself screaming out Emily's name, feeling numb all over, watching her go pale right before my eyes while she bleeds out on the floor. It was the normal trip to guilt lane, then a left turn to rage avenue, and then parked in front of isolation institution. "I just need quick advice on how to end this suffering before I leave for Peru."
Thomas adjusted himself in his seat and cleared his throat, "Peru? Running away from your-"
"I'm not running away, I've had these plans of leaving for Peru before the incident. I already ordered plan tickets and brought an apartment, so I can't take that back." I shrugged my shoulders, not carrying about anything at this moment, but I was still numb.
"Have you even visit Emily yet?"
"Why would I? She's in a coma."
Thomas nods his head in agreement, "She can still hear your voice. Besides, didn't the doctors say she'll wake up anytime. It's difficult, I know. My son was placed in a coma after his brutal car crash ten years ago, he woke up a month after and during those days of him being in that cold room with strangers around him every single day; I spoke to him, even if I couldn't be around I would call and force the nurse to place the phone on his ear for five minutes. When my son woke up, did you know what he said to me?" He took a quick pause to add drama to the half unrealistic story. It was his niece that went into a coma, not his son, and it wasn't a car crash, it was drug overdose. "My son said he remembered everything I told him during the coma and inspired him to be happy in life."
"Happy in life?" I repeated with a small giggle. "That's a nice story, but you should know I've hurt Emily. Even though I didn't pick up the gun, I still put her in harms way. So, when Emily wakes up I don't want to be there, for good reasons. Besides, we broke up."
"Did she agree to the break up?"
I shrugged my shoulders, "She will, soon. I'll be gone, by time she wakes up, there's not need to have his conversation. Just tell me what to do."
"I can't tell you to do anything, I just give advice and listen to problems. It's up to you rather you want to take them."
I slowly rolled my eyes and groaned from the dull pain, I could barely move my arm- being that I have a sling holding my arm in place. The last time I had patience for a cast or sling was in middle school when I slipped off the bleachers, broke my arm and fractured my ankle. I released a frustrating breath of air, obviously irritated with the rerouting of questions. All I needed was clear advice just in case I have another episode in Peru, not therapy on what I should or should not say to Emily. I don't even want to think about her. "Can we end this early?"
"We just started."
"Well, you're not helping me with what I called you for."
"Fine," He grumbled while setting his clipboard to the side and taking a deep breath. "Moving to another country is new and chaotic, you're going out in the world; not yet getting a grip on your current reality with no family or friends near by. This would be a mistake letting you leave, but you're a grown woman and not in harm to yourself or any one else; so I can't hold you for protection reasons. Just make sure you keep in touch, no matter what time."
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Honey Trap
Aksi"Count backwards from ten." The words escaped my mouth, echoing off the walls until they hit the old man's ears. He flinched, I could smell the sweat pouring out his pores, along with the shit he just dumped in his slacks. "Ten," He finally spoke o...
