“They make me loopy            and have zero filter              and happy.”
        “You. . .       don’t want to       be happy. . .?"

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          “They make me loopy            and have zero filter              and happy.”
        “You. . .       don’t want to       be happy. . .?"
"How about we talk about my drugs—
               as in I hate them and need less.”
                           “Alright.                            That’s something.                            I can talk to one of the Psychiatrists                            and see what I can manage.
                           What are the exact complaints?"
    It’s just I would have never thought     that I would meet so many people    like this. Or that I would become so               attached.
                                              Yeah well…                                       you know all of our home lives                                           aren’t exactly peachy.
                  So make your own action.            They’re supposed to be the one’s teaching you.
                           Strange things happen.                            I’m glad to hear                            that you’ve made                            strong relationships here. They’ll definitely help with your recovery.
                                         I should do something more,                                          shouldn’t I?                                          I’ll see what                                          I can do.
"You can do what you want—
           you’re the doctor.”
"Not quite yet. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â But I get the idea."
         ——He visits.     But I have all the friends I need            right here.    Is it…bad that I don’t want to leave?
             Well, you are still only an intern.             Maybe talk to one of them about being more                    involved. They can do nice things sometimes.
Bad. . . Maybe not. Strange? A little.
                      Typically, institutions such as this                                       are not preferable to stay in                        when compared to home.
                                  I do talk to them.                                   They merely dismiss me
                                  and say I'm not ready.
   Well, they’re trying something new.   It just seems like they’re really trying        to get me out of here.    —-You did? You don’t sound too          happy about it.
You don’t want to be out of here? What about your father? Friends?
     I like to included in things, especially things involving patients.
          I want to know what’s going on with you guys.
"Oh…
        Either way, talking to me never ends well for anyone.”
“Would you like me to go?"
    Oh.. well you know, you guys increased my doses so I can’t help but look a little dazed..
Did they? I wasn’t aware.
          They never tell me anything, you see. Even if I got my internship period lengthened, that’s all they’ll ever see me as.
"Not really. But I have to be here another half hour anyway."
"This. . .  this isn’t a session.
     While now I can hold them with patients without supervision.
          This isn’t one. I just wanted to check on you, Natasha."
    Uh, sorry… ready for what, exactly?
I thought we could talk for a bit. You looked a little dazed so I wasn’t going to interrupt that.
"Then what should it be about, hm?
        My brother who decided to lock me in here instead of dealing with our problems?
Or one of my ex boyfriends, both of which have realized my level of insanity and decided to
                 get as far away from me as possible.”
“Well. . .
            I suppose any of that works. But do you honestly want to talk about it, Natasha? Because if not, I will not make you."
"Then we’ll be waiting here a while, won’t we?"
“There’s absolutely nothing you want to talk about?
            It doesn’t have to be about you . . . or even me."
"That’s because I don’t."
“Which is why I’ll wait. . ."
"Ready for what exactly?"
"You didn’t seem like you wanted to talk.
           --So I’ll wait. And when you’re ready, we can chat."
I’ll wait until you’re ready.
Who’s my doctor?
You don't have a specific doctor, so any one of the doctors here you can talk to.
Have you not told your doctor?