Psych Test

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Mel

The next day Spencer and I go to my psych test appointment. "Are you nervous?" He asks. "I am. If I do have PTSD I'll have to retire." I say sadly. Spencer squeezes my hand for support. Once we get there we both go in and they take me back immediately. "Alright Miss Hunt lets get you checked out." The nurse says. Three tests and four hours later.

Spencer and I are waiting in the Doctors office when she comes in. "Melody, there's no easy way to say this, but you have PTSD." My heart falls into my shoes. "I'm going to prescribe you some medication and you'll need to retire from the Air force immediately." She scribbles down my prescription and hands it to me. Spencer and I then leave.

After we get my meds we both head home. "Mel, are you okay?" Spencer asks worriedly while sitting next to me on the sofa. When I don't respond he pulls me into a hug and I cry into his chest. "Just let it out." He says rubbing my back. When I pull away Spencer hands me a tissue. I take it gratefully and wipe my tears. "It's not going to be easy... This is my life! What am I going to do if... if I can't fly those planes? If I can't fight for my country?" I blubber into the already soaked tissue. "Melody, look at me." Spencer says firmly. I wipe my watery eyes and look up. "You have done so much for this country already. You are brave, intelligent, and so selfless. You put everyone else's needed above your own. Think of it as a sign. Maybe this is God's way of telling you that it's time for you to take care of you." By the time Spencer finishes his speech my tears are all gone. I hug him tight around the neck.

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