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Therapy D.K. Webster

Mar 28, 2009 20:25

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... )

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thewordofweb March 29 2009, 13:07:54 UTC

I have to admit that while I'm glad to come to these sessions, I'm disappointed that Joe doesn't want to come at all. I suppose I have some relief in that while he tosses and turns, I can tend to distract him with a hand on his back and a well-placed murmur. And the two of us are beyond fine, to the point I don't worry I'm a masochist anymore.

I arrive and manage a small smile in greeting. "Morning, Doc," I greet, settling in the chair.

the_sweetshrink March 31 2009, 21:01:59 UTC

"Good morning," Sweets replied as he retrieved one of the few files he kept handy. "It's good to see you again. How are things since we last talked?"

thewordofweb March 31 2009, 21:03:04 UTC

"I can't complain," I admit as I lean back and keep my eyes on the Doctor. "I'm more intimate with Joe, I'm acutely aware that I'm in love with him, though I'm also aware I can't tell him that. Lipton showed up. He's...an exemplary man, you wouldn't believe it. It's mostly on the up and up. I've got jobs writing, too."

the_sweetshrink April 5 2009, 02:23:01 UTC

"Writing. Really," he replied, interested and impassive, even though it inspired a hundred questions about things he hadn't actually been told.

"Well, let's start with just you before we get into Joe or anyone else. What are you writing?"

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Dated April 26th thewordofweb April 27 2009, 02:17:58 UTC

By the time I make it to Sweets' office, I pretty much have stopped myself four times. Four full times, I've told myself I just need to go back to Joe and just lie in bed and it'll all pass, but that crushing feeling isn't going away and I don't exactly see a light at the end of this tunnel. So I've swallowed my pride and show up at the door with papers in hand, giving Sweets a pained look.

My mouth hangs open and I'm pale and tired and I don't know what to think anymore. "Did you know?" is my first demand. "In our previous sessions, did you know?"

Re: Dated April 26th the_sweetshrink April 27 2009, 02:26:01 UTC

Sweets looked up from the journal he was reading and blinked at Webster. Then at the papers. Truth Zone meant he wasn't going to outright lie, but he needed more information before he damned himself.

"Did I know what, Webster?" he asked calmly.

Re: Dated April 26th thewordofweb April 27 2009, 02:32:14 UTC

"Did you know that I died?" I spit out the words accusingly, leaning over the desk and slamming down the obituaries that I've found. One after one describing how no body was ever found, how no funeral could actually be held. "Did you know that I didn't even make it to forty!"

Re: Dated April 26th the_sweetshrink April 27 2009, 02:35:55 UTC

"Yes," he admitted. "There's a book. To be completely franks, though, given your proclivities for living life to the fullest, I figured you had died before the year I came from."

Not that it was any sort of justification.

"I didn't feel it would be in your best interest to ask you to face your death, though. Not yet. It seems, though, that I have very little control over that. Did the shelf give you these?"

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