me that he was sorry, and couldn’t we work out a way
for him to participate.”
“Uh
huh and?”
I
sighed. “When I told him no, he got angry, yelled, then stormed off.”
“Anything
else?”
“No,
and I didn’t freak out either.”
“Didn’t
think you had, so those are your ideas on the drug test, huh?”
“Yep,
can’t think of anyone else, can you?”
“One
of the other teams?”
I
thought about that for a moment. “No, I see no reason behind it.”
“I
can think of five hundred thousand reasons,” he muttered.
I
rolled my eyes at him. “No, I don’t see it, they wouldn’t start the subterfuge
this early.”
He
nodded, “Yeah, I think you’re probably right.”
“It
had to be someone who would suspect my meds, or heard us talking about it,” I
surmised.
“No
telling who that could be.”
We
sat the rest of the time in quiet. I continued to people watch while he played
with his phone, probably texting his wife. When time was up, we went in search
of the doctor’s office so I could get this over with. I really wasn’t looking
forward to this, but I knew I didn’t have a choice if I wanted to get my meds
refilled.
Once
we found the office, I went to the receptionist to check in, and I hoped that I
wouldn’t have to wait long.
Chapter
10
I
found a seat beside Simon, went to work filling out all the paperwork, and
began waiting for my name to be called. The walls were painted a cool blue
that were supposed to be calming, but I don’t think any color could really help
calm someone while waiting to have their psyche poked at.
Finally,
my name was called and Simon and I headed through the thick doors towards a
room where I had my weight and blood pressure taken. Then I had to answer the
questions on how I was feeling, how were my meds, and did I feel like a change
needed to be made. I answered dutifully stating I was fine, my meds were fine,
everything was just fucking fine. I wanted to scream at the incessant
questions. Once the nurse was done playing twenty questions, I was sent into a
small bathroom with a plastic cup to piss in, felt like deja vu.
I
was led into a room, I had always laughed at the Hollywood version of a
shrink’s office, none of the ones I had ever visited had the comfy couches to
lay down on. This one was set up much like all the others I had been in.
Three chairs all sitting across from one another so you can maintain eye
contact with whomever you are speaking to. All done up in soothing colors, and
the sickly sweet smell of flowers that was supposed to overpower the antiseptic
smell that it never quite hid. I plopped down in one chair and watched Simon
sit down in the other, both checking out our surroundings.
I
sighed and began picking at the hole in my jeans again waiting for the doctor
to finally show up, once he did, he was not at all what I had expected. My normal
psychiatrist was an older man, who put out the vibes of a tender grandfather.
But this guy was around Cas’s age and reeked of being a player. I looked over
at Simon trying to see if I could judge his opinion of the guy but his face was
blank.
“Hi,
I am Dr. Carter,” the guy said holding out his hand, Simon quickly reached out
and took it while I shrank back in my chair further.
“Simon,
Scout’s friend,” he said.
The
doctor nodded then sat down and stared at me, “So Scout, I’ve been looking at
the information Dr. Moore sent me, and I am wondering why you aren’t under a
closer watch.”
At
that point, all the blood left my face and I began to hyperventilate. No, no
fucking way was I going to go through this again.
“I’m
sorry, what?” spluttered Simon.
“Well
from the information Dr. Moore gave me, I’m a little concerned about her being
so far from her normal care for such a long time.”
“The
information he gave? What information is that?” I wheezed out.
“Hmm
well your meds, the dosages, and that you suffer from
for him to participate.”
“Uh
huh and?”
I
sighed. “When I told him no, he got angry, yelled, then stormed off.”
“Anything
else?”
“No,
and I didn’t freak out either.”
“Didn’t
think you had, so those are your ideas on the drug test, huh?”
“Yep,
can’t think of anyone else, can you?”
“One
of the other teams?”
I
thought about that for a moment. “No, I see no reason behind it.”
“I
can think of five hundred thousand reasons,” he muttered.
I
rolled my eyes at him. “No, I don’t see it, they wouldn’t start the subterfuge
this early.”
He
nodded, “Yeah, I think you’re probably right.”
“It
had to be someone who would suspect my meds, or heard us talking about it,” I
surmised.
“No
telling who that could be.”
We
sat the rest of the time in quiet. I continued to people watch while he played
with his phone, probably texting his wife. When time was up, we went in search
of the doctor’s office so I could get this over with. I really wasn’t looking
forward to this, but I knew I didn’t have a choice if I wanted to get my meds
refilled.
Once
we found the office, I went to the receptionist to check in, and I hoped that I
wouldn’t have to wait long.
Chapter
10
I
found a seat beside Simon, went to work filling out all the paperwork, and
began waiting for my name to be called. The walls were painted a cool blue
that were supposed to be calming, but I don’t think any color could really help
calm someone while waiting to have their psyche poked at.
Finally,
my name was called and Simon and I headed through the thick doors towards a
room where I had my weight and blood pressure taken. Then I had to answer the
questions on how I was feeling, how were my meds, and did I feel like a change
needed to be made. I answered dutifully stating I was fine, my meds were fine,
everything was just fucking fine. I wanted to scream at the incessant
questions. Once the nurse was done playing twenty questions, I was sent into a
small bathroom with a plastic cup to piss in, felt like deja vu.
I
was led into a room, I had always laughed at the Hollywood version of a
shrink’s office, none of the ones I had ever visited had the comfy couches to
lay down on. This one was set up much like all the others I had been in.
Three chairs all sitting across from one another so you can maintain eye
contact with whomever you are speaking to. All done up in soothing colors, and
the sickly sweet smell of flowers that was supposed to overpower the antiseptic
smell that it never quite hid. I plopped down in one chair and watched Simon
sit down in the other, both checking out our surroundings.
I
sighed and began picking at the hole in my jeans again waiting for the doctor
to finally show up, once he did, he was not at all what I had expected. My normal
psychiatrist was an older man, who put out the vibes of a tender grandfather.
But this guy was around Cas’s age and reeked of being a player. I looked over
at Simon trying to see if I could judge his opinion of the guy but his face was
blank.
“Hi,
I am Dr. Carter,” the guy said holding out his hand, Simon quickly reached out
and took it while I shrank back in my chair further.
“Simon,
Scout’s friend,” he said.
The
doctor nodded then sat down and stared at me, “So Scout, I’ve been looking at
the information Dr. Moore sent me, and I am wondering why you aren’t under a
closer watch.”
At
that point, all the blood left my face and I began to hyperventilate. No, no
fucking way was I going to go through this again.
“I’m
sorry, what?” spluttered Simon.
“Well
from the information Dr. Moore gave me, I’m a little concerned about her being
so far from her normal care for such a long time.”
“The
information he gave? What information is that?” I wheezed out.
“Hmm
well your meds, the dosages, and that you suffer from
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