The Gray Family: Legacies✔️(Wattpad Version)

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I sat in a chair in an office as my knee shook. Dr. Shaw watched me.

"How does this work? Do I tell you my life story, and you shrink my head?" I asked with nervousness.

"You talk about whatever you want," Dr. Shaw answered.

"I never saw a shrink. I don't know what to do," I said.

"How about taking some deep breaths?" Dr. Shaw suggested.

I took two deep breaths.

"Tell me about becoming a paramedic," Dr. Shaw suggested.

"There's not much to tell. Eliza and I talked about what we wanted to do when we graduated. We chose the career of a paramedic," I answered.

"So, Eliza influenced you," Dr. Shaw mentioned, writing in a notepad.

"What are you writing?" I asked.

"Notes," Dr. Shaw answers.

"Good or bad?" I questioned.

"Just notes. Let's talk about your brothers," Dr. Shaw said, changing the subject.

I stood up as the doctor watched me.

"You're not helping me," I said.

The doctor said nothing.

"You write notes and say nothing. How is that helping? You remind me of Eliza. I tell Eliza something, and she doesn't believe me," I rambled, then talked more.

The doctor watched me walk around as I talked. Nothing made sense to me, and I felt confused about everything. My thoughts weren't clear. Then my anger exploded. The doctor sat there and watched me. I picked up items and threw them.

"Why, Eliza? Why did she die? We had plans! We had a future! Why did Eliza leave me?" I screamed.

I dropped to my knees as sobbed, screaming out in pain. Dr. Shaw stood up and walked over to me. He sat on the floor with me.

"Eliza didn't leave you. A tragedy happened, taking a life. She sacrificed her life to save others. It's grief that consumes you. You need to grieve. You need to feel the pain. It's the way you deal with it. It will take time," the doctor advised me.

I looked at Dr. Shaw and nodded.

"We will set up regular grief counseling for you," the doctor said.

"I trashed your office," I mentioned.

"I had family trash bedrooms. You get used to it," Dr. Shaw said. I chuckled. "I'm prescribing medication to help you sleep and your appetite. Both are essential when dealing with grief."

"I want no more nightmares," I mumbled, sniffling.

"The nightmares will fade. The lack of sleep causes the mind to race and imagine things. It helps to have people close to you that will stay with you," the doctor advised.

I looked at the doctor.

I returned after my session with Dr. Shaw and explained a few key details to them. They discussed the situation amongst each other, then a decision made.

"Why do I get picked to bunk with a little brother?" Parker questioned.

"Because you're the closest," Payton reasoned.

"And you're the oldest," Parker retorted.

"Hence, why I chose you," Payton said.

"Why can't Pax do it?" Parker asked.