Jotaro stared at the little card in his hand. Dr. Annie Lennox, it read, Speedwagon Foundation Therapy and Counseling. Sighing, he tucked the card back into his pocket and looked back up at the matching name and title on the door in front of him. He wasn’t hesitating, he just. Wanted to be sure he was in the right place. It’s not like he could just turn around and leave anyway, with Jiijii having been so adamant that he come in the first place. He was in the old man’s territory, the Speedwagon Foundation headquarters, and if Jotaro skipped on this appointment, Jiijii would find out about it from someone and never let Jotaro hear the end of it.
“It’s for your own good,” the old man had said to him at the last reunion of their little group. “I went to a therapist when I was about your age after my own experiences, and it helped me deal with all the shit I went through back then, and even recently with everything that went down in Egypt. It’s important to have a professional to talk to about trauma.”
Trauma. He didn’t like to think about that word, even though it was the most accurate descriptor of the cause of the recurring nightmares and flashbacks he had been experiencing since returning home from Egypt after the defeat of Dio and… that other, even more powerful Dio. Night terrors that would leave him feeling trapped in his own body, unable to move while the bastard wrought hell on him and everyone he had come to love on both wild journeys.
A large, semi-transparent purple hand reached out from him and opened on the door, pulling him out of his mental spiral. A helpful gesture from his Stand, who had been one of the most reassuring presences in his life in the last few years.
“Thanks,” Jotaro muttered, pulling the brim of his hat down before stepping through the doorway into the waiting room. Well, here he was. Might as well get it over with.
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