A Traveling Love

Chapter Seven

Derek's wounds were healing but he wasn't. Not mentally at least. His first therapy session was toady. The doctor had already prescribed him to have PTSD and a mild case of depression. Derek thought that was crap.

I mean, sure sometimes he was sad and a little spooked, but he felt fine. No need for therapy. But non the less, on Wednesday Stiles stepped out and a qualified looking woman stepped in. Derek got a little nervous without Stiles around. Still not something that needed therapy.

"Hello, Derek. My name is Lydia Martin. You can call me Lydia. How are you feeling Derek?"

Derek rolled his eyes and stared at his lap. The therapist was wrong if she though he was going to talk. "Mr. Hale? I know you can hear me and I'm sorry that you wish to be elsewhere but your doctor set up an appointment so we are going to make the best of it. If I have to get Mr. Stilinski, I will."

Derek frowned and shook his head. Stiles didn't need to hear this. Stiles had already put up with so much. "Does that mean your going to talk, Derek?" Derek nods and Lydia pushes on, "I need words, Derek, or else I'm getting Mr. Stilinski."

Derek sighed and muttered, "Yes," in an angry tone.

"Okay. How are you feeling, Derek?"

Derek rolled his eyes, nostrils flaring. "Fine," he grinds his teeth.

"Last chance. Answer for real or I get Stiles. He has already agreed to join the session if needed and I know he is your next of kin. So, Derek, how do you feel?"

"Tired," Derek admitted.

"That's to be expected. You were wounded quiet bad. Fatigue is a side effect. Have you been having any sort of flashbacks or dreams having to do with the war lately?"

Derek thought back to his nightmare plagued nights and decided that it couldn't hurt to tell her. "I've been having nightmares. No flashbacks of any kind, so far though."

Lydia nodded as she took down a few notes. "I see here that you haven't been eating all of your food lately. Why is that, Derek?" Derek thought back to the last few days. He just hadn't been hungry. He wanted to be, but he wasn't. He had only ate a few bites to appease Stiles, that was it.

"Just haven't been hungry."

Lydia nodded again, writing everything down. She talked more about Derek's service in the army and stood up after she was finished. "I'm going to prescribe paroxetine, better know as Paxil. It should help with the nightmares. The side effects though are headaches, which usually go away within a few days. Nausea, feeling sick to your stomach, which usually goes away within a few days.

Sleeplessness or drowsiness, which may occur during the first few weeks but then goes away. Agitation, feeling jittery. I'm also giving you Prozac for the depression. I believe you have a mild case, that includes the not eating. I'll see you again next Wednesday and the nurse should have your medicine. Goodbye, Derek, have a nice day." Lydia smiled and left.

Stiles enter shortly after she left and asked how everything went. "Fine, I guess," Derek responded. "She prescribed me some medicine to take, the nurse will have it later apparently."

"That's good," Stiles said. He smiled and Derek smiled back. It was rare that he smiled lately and it felt nice.