~Sweet Home~ || Kidge AU || DISCONTINUED

Trigger

A/N: Ayyye another therapy session! Y'all ready? I'm not!

I apologize for taking a full week to write this. I've been dealing with emotional issues and on some days, I was too tired to write. I'll try to do better at publishing chapters like this one.

WARNING: This chapter contains talk of suicide and death which can be very triggering to certain people. If you are one of those people, please take caution and prepare yourself for a messy roller coaster. I wish you all luck!

The video I put on the top is actually a singer singing 3 songs. Her name's Julien Baker and she did an NPR Music Tiny Disk Concert. So enjoy!

"Here," Pidge said as he gave Keith two pills and a water bottle.

He grabbed all the items from him, "Thank you." He then put the medication in his mouth and swallowed them with the help of the liquid.

"Let's get started."

He walked over to his chair and took a seat. Keith did the same. He put his journal on his lap and made sure that it couldn't fall.

The therapist opened his notebook, "So how are you feeling right now?"

He smiled, "For once, a bit decent, happy even."

"Oh really?" He asked, "Is there any particular reason to why you might be experiencing this type of emotion?"

"Well..." he thought for a moment then spoke, "it makes me feel good, knowing that you sincerely care for my health."

The therapist nodded.

"Yesterday, when I received the medicine from Shyla, I felt overjoyed with glee. After the incident, it was like I had finally found someone that actually cares for me."

"Finally?"

"Yeah, finally. The therapist I had before, would just tell me to keep getting shots and that the episodes would eventually pass over. That's all she did."

"Oh... I see. That must have been very hard to put up with."

"It is... and was. But now you're my counselor, and to be honest, you've been making everything a lot better. I know I can trust you and I'm grateful that I can."

He blushed, "Thank you, and that's nice~ I'm glad you feel this way now."

"Me too."

Ms. Holt grinned, "So I'm assuming that you're feeling better than last time?"

"Most likely, yes."

"That's great to hear! I can tell that you've been making good progress!"

"Thank you~ What about you?"

He tilted his head, "What about me?"

"I mean, how are you?"

"Oh," he chuckled, "I'm doing good, thank you for asking." He changed the subject, "So have you been drawing lately?"

"Actually, yeah! I drew an ice ring yesterday!"

"Really? May I see your landscape? Also, if you don't mind, I would like to see if you've been writing down your schedule."

"Sure," he handed his own notebook to him.

Pidge slowly flipped through it. He examined everything very carefully. He saw that his client did, in fact, record his daily activities. His breakfast, free time, lunch, etc. He didn't expect him to keep track of everything, but he did. He was impressed by his dedication.