The Devil Within :: Scam
Scarlett stared ahead silently at the pale dust blue walls of the on call room, aimlessly, her mind drifting off into her own train of thought. Life was really dealing her awful cards, she had to admit. But Scarlett always tried to balance it out, saying that the good outweighed the bad, that she was now better than before - a lot better. But Scarlett needed more, she knew that. It was a thought that crossed her mind a lot recently, mostly since she wasn’t working and spent most of her time thinking, alone. It was probably about time for her to patch herself up, right? Therapy. The word sounded so off. But she wanted it. True, she took pride in her scars. But she wanted to be as close to normalcy as she could possibly get. After all, who knows where she’d be a year from now.
Her eyes flickered up to the door when Sam walked in, and she greeted his warm smile with one of her own. She took a deep breath and rolled her shoulders into a shrug, “I don’t do much.” She said, still very unsatisfied with the amount of work she was given. However, she had to be patient. Derek had promised her a few cases in neuro when she was back into business, so she had to be patient. Truth will prevail, right? She smiled as Sam got into the bed and moved so she could rest her head against his chest. She sighed as he wrapped his arm around her and closed her eyes. Over his musing, she frowned and tilted her head to look up at him, “I know.” She eventually sighed and turned her eyes towards the ceiling.
"I guess I have to deal with the cards I’m dealt." She muttered, almost attempting to shrug it off nonchalantly, before she turned to look at Sam and pursed her lips thoughtfully. Scarlett propped herself onto her elbow and looked down at him, her fingers toying with the hem of his green scrub shirt, "So I was thinking," She started as she looked up at him, "Therapy..maybe not such a bad idea after all." Scarlett told him as her eyes flickered up to his piercing hues, "I want to get rid of all this baggage. I was to just be..free. I guess." Scarlett smiled a little as she sat up, "What do you think?" She asked and tilted her head, "I trust no one to help me with something like that except you." Scarlett admitted, and pressed her lips into a sincere smile.
Sam suppressed a smile at her comment about how little she did these days. It was another facet of his plan. She must be feeling slightly useless, and the anger over the injustice was just another component to the end result. It would help him create an imbalance inside of her, pushing her mind into an unhinged state. He'd then be free to push her over the edge.
Sam gazed up at her, his eyes full of false empathy. A learned expression he'd spent hours perfecting in front of a mirror. He ran the back of his hand over her cheek gently, before she sat up and turned to him. Her words were exactly those he'd wanted to hear. She trusted him, and that too was enough. The pieces were fitting together as he'd hoped they would. All the hours, the nights, days and phone calls, texts, all the soft words and the romantic glances they'd shared - it had all been worth it.
"I would be happy to oblige, I'm no professional but just talking about everything is the first step," he told her with a smile, slowly sitting up beside her. With a palm to the back of her neck, he began to massage gently. "We could start right now. Just jump right in. Best way to do it." He leaned over to place a soft kiss upon her forehead. "Start at the beginning." Slowly, he placed his free hand to her arm, his index finger tracing over one of her scars.
