It had been a while and with all that had been going on, Sweets had neglected his work a bit. He found Webster's file and took a look at his notes, noting the date. The man had said he wasn't coming back, and that was unacceptible considering the state he'd been in during their last meeting. There was nothing to keep him from being proactive and ( Read more... )

After the last meeting, Sweets had decided that he needed to know a lot more about the second world war. What he'd gone to the shelf for was post-war psych texts. What he came away with, other than an armful of what he'd wanted, was a book by the one patient that had prompted the visit in the first place ( Read more... )

Therapy

Sweets was working his way through a stack of paperwork, trying to be clear about his sessions with Delirium before he moved on to someone easier like Webster or Willie. He heard the door open and before he even saw who was there, he had the file folder closed. When he saw the face in the doorway he smiled, rose from his seat, and went to greet him ( Read more... )

Sweets was working his way through a stack of paperwork, trying to be clear about his sessions with Delirium before he moved on to someone easier like Webster. He heard the door open and before he even saw who was there, he had the file folder closed ( Read more... )

For the first time in years, he felt like he was back in school. He'd caught on quickly that he was out of his depth trying to work with soldiers from World War I and World War II. He'd been prepared for those coming back from Iraq, but war as he was familiar with it wasn't like the people who were coming to him for help. The best plan was to bone ( Read more... )