Let me see you through.
Getting Longshot moving to go to the last doctor's visit had been a challenge. This time was like pulling teeth. Without pliers. Alison did everything she could to reassure him and not get aggravated with the delays. She was well aware of why he was dragging his feet. He was terrified. And, with good reason. Anyone who had ever messed with his brain had done him damage. This trip was supposed to fix that damage. She believed it could. The trick was convincing him.
Fortunately, she'd started getting ready for the visit two hours early. She'd allowed for things like feet dragging, breakfast, and nervous breakdowns. The last one hadn't happened yet, for either of them. But, she was waiting for it.
Eventually, they got moving. Alison held his hand the entire way to the doctor's office and then in the waiting room. And she intended to hold it the entire time he was under the anesthetic. If he decided to go through with it. She reminded him for perhaps the thousandth time in a month that he didn't have to do this. And he didn't have to do it for anyone but himself. She wasn't going to push him or demand. She loved him how he was and never thought of him as broken or damaged.
Somehow, she suspected that the words didn't really help him. But, it was all she knew to give him. She was equal parts relieved and nervous to see Dr. Beverly appear in the doorway. She so wanted this visit over.
"Good morning, Doctor."
Fortunately, she'd started getting ready for the visit two hours early. She'd allowed for things like feet dragging, breakfast, and nervous breakdowns. The last one hadn't happened yet, for either of them. But, she was waiting for it.
Eventually, they got moving. Alison held his hand the entire way to the doctor's office and then in the waiting room. And she intended to hold it the entire time he was under the anesthetic. If he decided to go through with it. She reminded him for perhaps the thousandth time in a month that he didn't have to do this. And he didn't have to do it for anyone but himself. She wasn't going to push him or demand. She loved him how he was and never thought of him as broken or damaged.
Somehow, she suspected that the words didn't really help him. But, it was all she knew to give him. She was equal parts relieved and nervous to see Dr. Beverly appear in the doorway. She so wanted this visit over.
"Good morning, Doctor."