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Therapy (Part 2)

Chloe's POV:

Pictures started running through my head.

"Uhm...I had to deal with severe depression in my teenage years and apparently I relapsed and my girlfriend Beca put me here", I began carefully.

"Ahh Beca Mitchell. We went to school together.
Tell me about your past", the tall said quietly.

I decided to let it all go. Maybe it would really help.

"It all started when I was about 11. I had always been smarter than all the other kids in school. I was more mature and saw things differently. I don't know why.
One day when we got back our math test  and I had an A, as usual, some girls of my class came up to me and tried to make me feel bad about my good grade. Things went their way and the girls started bullying me, until I had the whole class standing against me. It never got better. The bullying got worse and worse from day to day. I lost my will to live and started seeing everything in grey. Self-harm and suicide attempts were part of this journey", I opened up.

"But things did get better eventually?", she wondered.

"Yes, when I got out of school and into university everything somehow changed to the better. I became a great and successful surgeon at an amazing hospital. I found friends and love", I let her know.

"What was the reason for your relapse?", Doctor Posen asked curiously while taking notes on a piece of paper.

I told her about Beca's heart failure and about the bond
we had shared since day one.
I told her about me sleeping with Beca and the hospital firing me. How I lost all of my friends through that and I told her about the break up with Arizona.

The hour went by pretty fast and I honestly felt kind of better after letting everything out.

"Alright Chloe. Time's up. Thank you for sharing all this with me. Next week we'll talk about the exact way those things have made you feel", the woman spoke.

"Thank you for listening", I said thankfully and stood up from my chair.

"Of course, it's my job", she responded kindly. I cracked a smile and made my way to the door. "And be on time next week", the female therapist added.
"I wasn't even late", I protested.
"My dad used to say: 'If you are not gonna be on time, don't come at all'", she said back and handed me my jacket.
"See you next wednesday", Aubrey announced. "Yeah", I answered, "take care."

I grabbed my phone out of the handbag and noticed that Beca had tried to call me several times. "Shit", I mumbled and dialed her number, imagining every possible thing that could have happened.

"Chlo?", the brunette answered the phone.
"Oh god, Becs! I'm so sorry I had therapy. Is everything alright?!", I asked hysterically. "Yeah I'm standing in front of the hospital and I need you to pick my up. So please get your ass here. Thank you", she snapped and hung up. It wasn't a mean way of snapping. It was Beca's way of snapping and it was hilarious. I smiled and shook my head in amusement when I got into my car.

"You're finally here. Only took you 5 years", Beca greeted me when she sunk into the passenger seat. "Hey Beca, it's great to see you too", I replied sarcastically and put on a pair of sunglasses since the sun was shining right in my eyes, "Be glad I'm here at all."

"I'm sorry honey. Do you wanna have a kiss?", the small girl wanted to know and glanced at me. "Why are you even asking?", I questioned and she leaned over in order to give me a quick kiss. "Will you forgive me?", she asked and made that cute little puppy dog face. "Don't be so dramatic", I mumbled and we both burst out laughing.

"I'm so glad you're out of that stupid bed. How are you feeling", I got a little more serious again. "I'm feeling better than ever. Thank you for saving my life, Chloe Beale", Beca pointed out and put a hand on my leg. "My pleasure", I whispered and smiled at her, admiring how beautiful she actually looked.

"How was therapy?"

"It was okay. I managed to open up to Doctor Posen", I explained to Beca. "I'm so proud of you babe", my girlfriend made clear and squeezed my leg a little to show me how much she cared about my health as well.

"Okay where should I actually bring you? Home? Where do you even live?", I wondered. "Damn I don't really know anything about you", I realized shocked.

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