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Therapy (Part 1)

Beca's POV:

"Hello?", Chloe's voice sounded through the phone when she picked up. "Hey Chloe, it's me. I wanted to know how things turned out?", I asked and nervously waited for any reaction, hoping for the answer I wanted to hear.

"Well I was pretty lucky. Bailey didn't report me to the police. I'm just not allowed to set a foot into Grey-Sloan-Memorial for the next weeks", the girl explained and I couldn't be more glad. "Do you already know when you can leave?", the redhead added and I told her what Doctor Avery had said. "That sounds great", she responded happily. "It's Wednesday tomorrow, don't forget your appointment", I exclaimed and all I got to hear from the other side was silence, which told me she had forgotten and hated that I had just reminded her of it.

"Chlo?", I said slightly louder. "Yehess", the annoyed sounds of her voice echoed.

Chloe's POV:

This damn appointment. I didn't want to go there but I knew I had to do it for Beca. I didn't want her to worry about me. I mean I had already gained some pounds of weight again and my scars were slowly fading.

"You promised you'd go", the brunette said and I exhaled. "I will go, Beca", I let her know. "I need to hang up now. Please text me if something's up and when you get out of hospital. Love you", I added before I hung up.

The next day

It was 1:30pm and I hadn't heard anything from Beca yet, regarding the time of her getting released from the place and bed she had spent the last months in.

I was getting ready for therapy and I was standing in front of the mirror when a wave of insecurity hit me. Suddenly I realized that the reason why I didn't want to go to this appointment was not because I thought it was unnecessary but because I was scared, scared to open up.
Scared of getting judged and scared of breaking down.

I changed clothes about ten times and did my makeup three times before I was okay to go.

When I arrived at the clinic I furrowed my brows. It wasn't what I had imagined.

It was a small house. It looked really lovely and approachable. Maybe Beca had given me the wrong address. I shrugged, grabbed my hand bag and hopped out of the car. I walked up to the door and there was a little sign above the bell: 'Posen's Therapy'

Obviously I was right.

I touched my hair and put it in place before I carefully rang the bell. Only seconds later a tall, blonde woman opened the door. Had she been waiting behind it?

"Hello, welcome you must be....", she began and stopped before reaching out to shake my hand. "I'm Chloe Beale", I replied and smiled awkwardly. "Glad you're here. I'm Aubrey Posen. Psychological therapist, specified in mental illnesses", the blonde explained and gave me a bright smile, "Come in."

I entered the house and studied every corner. I had always thought my house was clean but this one topped everything.

All the furniture was white. Everything seemed to be right in place and I didn't see a single particle of dust.

"Follow me", Doctor Posen announced and lead me to a room in which two arm chairs were standing facing each other with a little table in between.
A huge picture with a sunflower and shelves with statues ornamented the blank walls.

"Take a seat", the woman offered me and I sat down in one of the arm chairs.

"Thank you", I mumbled.

"Do you want something to drink?", she wanted to know and I shook my head politely: "No, thanks."

My hands started to shake and I began to feel nervous. I didn't feel ready to talk about the things that were going on in my head.

"So...tell me about yourself first", Aubrey ordered and leaned back.

I swallowed before I started speaking: "I'm 25 years old and I used to be a surgeon at Grey-Sloan-Memorial hospital. I'm a really emotional person but I don't always show it. In my free time I like to dance and bake."

"That sounds interesting", the therapist answered, "Now...what brought you here, Chloe?"