The Broken Mirror

Chapter 19: Progress Made

"I call this meeting into order," The head doctor on Alynne's recovery crew announced as we all sat around a table with a circular shaped head.

"Alynne has gained five pounds," One of the dietitians informed the rest of us.

"Weight gain is always a good thing," The doctor thought out loud, the rest of us knowing this as well.

"Alynne has actually started to talk to me," The psychiatrist shared. I don't take this as a big surprise because Dr. I'm is nothing shy of bitch squared. I question how the hell she got a medical degree when things as idiotic as what she says that makes her sound like a total dumb ass comes out of her mouth. If Bitch Mi, my new nickname for her that won't be spoken allowed but possibly shared with Alynne because I know that she would never tell because I question if she is even a real psychiatrist, I would most likely breeze right through medical school.

"Anything else that should be shared with the board?" The head doctor who's name is slipping my mind asked.

"I got Alynne to eat a gingerbread cookie," I stated, very proud of my accomplishment, probably more so than I should be.

"And how did you get her to do this?" The other dietitian asked. "We all know that it's important for a patient to make progress like this, but we are against forcing a patient to do something they are not comfortable with."

"I didn't force her to!" I exclaimed, bring my hands up from my sides and putting them int a defensive pose like I always do when accused of having done something that is totally illogical for my personality. "I had some stuff set up in the staff kitchen that I was given the go ahead to use and she got there before I could bring her to. It's not what you think, trust me. It's Christmas time and I thought it would be a good festivity, and I know how much she loves decorating so I figured why not. We decorated our cookies and played around for a bit, but I'm not going to go further into explanation on the note of playing around because it will sound very dumb, and she shoved the cookie in her mouth."

"I believe you," The dietitian who had first spoken commented.

After the meeting had been brought to a close, on my way out I was corner by somebody. You guessed it, it was Bitch Mi.

"I'm not as horrible of a psychiatrist as you think I am," She attempted to defend herself.

'I don't just think it because you've proven my suspicions correct on multiple occasions,' I thought to myself but would never say out loud, at least not right to her face or anyone that would be sure to spill the beans.

"If so, why will Alynne convey more of her thoughts to me than to you?" I asked, it coming out of my mouth a lot harsher than I thought it would.

"I don't really know," She said, attempting to pass this off as a logical answer but it wasn't satisfying. "She must be a very reserved person."

"Then you don't know the Alynne that I do because you only think she's reserved if you don't know a thing about her."

"Illness can change people, Mr. King," Bitch Mi felt the need to remind me of.

"Then if she's changed, why does she act the same as she did before all this shit came about?" I challenged, not wanting to use a piece of profanity but not having been able to find an equivalent that had the strength that was necessary for my challenge to have the same effect.

"Then I guess you're right," She finally gave in. "I really don't know Alynne. Can you tell me anything about her that I must know."

"I'm sorry, but Alynne is an indescribable character," I said as I shook my head slightly, shutting down her idea.

"I want to help her and want to her to get better just as much as you do," She stated. "Would it be crazy if me to ask you if you could talk to her and any information that could help the cause inform me of?"

"I guess I could do that," I agreed. I was then able to leave like I had attempted to do before I was cornered by Dr. Mi.

I guess she's not as bad as I had originally had her painted out to be.