How does that make you feel?
At Henry and Mike's behest, Vicki goes to see a psychologist.
Disclaimer: I don't own, well, anything.
The idea made me chuckle. Hope it does the same for you.
As Vicki walked into the plush office, she spied a man, fortyish and handsome, if a bit frazzled looking.
"So, Victoria Nelson, I'm Dr. Lawrence. Pleased to meet you," he said as he turned in his chair.
"Vicki. Thanks. I'm gonna be honest with you, I was blackmailed into coming here..." Vicki said as she plopped down on the leather chaise.
"You'd be surprised how often that happens," he replied with a smirk. "Was it your mother or significant other?"
"Well, they act like the first and think they're the second."
"Excuse me?"
"Henry and Mike. They made me come," replied Vicki. "They're afraid that I'm repressing everything that's happened over the last several months. They seem to be forgetting that I'm just like this," she said as if this explained everything.
"Perhaps if you tell me a bit of what's happened to cause the men in your life to suggest a psychiatric evaluation?"
"Oh, this last year has been about fate trying to make me its bitch," she countered cryptically.
"Um... Well... Victoria, do you care to elaborate?" Dr. Lawrence asked writing furiously in his notebook.
"How many times do I have to tell you to call me Vicki. And what did I say that was so damn interesting?"
"I just find it intriguing Ms. Nelson-"
"VICKI!"
"-that you, an independent woman, don't consider yourself in control of your own destiny."
"Oh, I am!" she retorted, "but there's this guy Astoroth, he gave me these," she said exposing the demon brands on her wrists.
"This Astoroth, he's your tattoo artist?" the doctor asked quizzically, "or does your relationship hold a more intimate component as well?"
"He wishes," snorted Vicki. "He's been practically stalking me for a year... Not to mention all his friends are coming out of the woodwork."
"Who are these friends you speak of?"
"Lets see, first there was Norman, who tried to make my assistant his demon bride, a vampire hunting priest, a bug woman, a super vampire ex, some Pandora's Box-toting lunatics that killed Mike, not to mention I had to make a deal with the devil, as Henry puts it, to save my undead associate from having his soul eaten by an Incan mummy bent on world domination, there's more but I think at this point it'd be redundant to mention it."
"I'm sorry Vicki, our time is up for today," Dr. Lawrence said as the timer buzzed. "But I look forward to seeing you again on Tuesday. Is your ride here?"
"Yeah, Henry's in the lobby."
As Dr. Lawrence ushered Vicki out of the room, he pulled Henry aside. "I don't want to alarm you, but I believe that Ms. Nelson's trauma cannot be solved by psychoanalysis alone. Her trauma has progressed to full on hallucinations. She appears lucid enough to function normally, but if therapy and medications are unsuccessful as treatment, hospitalization may be necessary," he said in hushed, worried tones.
Henry simply smirked, "It took you a whole hour to figure that out." Chuckling to himself, he put his hand on the small of Vicki's back and led her to the car.
"What's so funny?" she asked indignantly.
"Nothing, dear."
Next Tuesday...
"So, Vicki, tell me about your mother..."
