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The psychologist came by an hour later. Stepping into the doorway, he motioned for Brennan to come out into the hall with him. "My name is Dr. Casswell. Dr. Shelby wanted me to come by and talk to your husband. He gave me his file and I've looked it over. I want to talk to you before I talk to him. What can you tell me about him? His history? I want to make I know what to expect."
Still sure this was a waste of time, Brennan nodded her head. "Booth is 38 years old. He was born in Pittsburgh. Both of his parents are dead. He and his brother Jared were raised by their grandfather, Hank Booth after Booth turned ten. Booth served in the Army as a Ranger. He was very good at what he did, but after awhile, he decided to leave the Army. He said he wanted to live a more peaceful life . . . I met Booth when I was getting my masters degree in Accounting. He was attending night classes to get a degree in business management. We were married six years ago and we own a nightclub. What you need to know is that Booth thinks he works for the FBI and that I am a scientist and his partner. He says we aren't married . . . I just found out a little while ago that he also thinks he has a son named Parker. He doesn't have any children at this time."
Carefully evaluating the information given him, Dr. Casswell nodded his head. "I see . . . It's possible the removal of the tumor may have caused this or it may not have. Dr. Shelby says he can't explain the changes in your husband's memory. I'm going to talk to Seeley now. If you want to come in with me you can, but I would prefer that you not say anything while I'm talking to him." Seeing Brennan acknowledge his condtion, he smiled and walked into Booth's room, Brennan following behind him.
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After he was in the room and standing next to Booth's bed, Dr. Casswell held out his hand. "Seeley, I'm Dr. Casswell."
Not really surprised that Booth didn't open his eyes and respond, the doctor leaned over Booth to study his face. Pretty sure that Booth was awake, Dr. Casswell placed his hand on the patient's shoulder. "You can't hide behind your eyelids forever, Seeley. You have to open them sooner or later . . . I want to help you to understand what's going on."
Booth opened his eyes and spoke with quiet despair. "What's to understand . . . Apparently I'm insane."
His statement unexpected, Dr. Casswell shook his head. "Why do you think your insane, Seeley?"
His soulful brown eyes now on the doctor, Booth explained, his voice filled with derision. "Oh, I don't know . . . How about because I think I have a son and my own brother and grandfather just told me that I don't. I was a cop a few days ago, but now I'm a nightclub owner . . . How about the fact that my partner I've had for over four years says she's married to me and I know I'm not married to anyone. Would you like me to go on?" Feeling a tear slide down his cheek, Booth reached up and wiped it away. "Doesn't that sound crazy to you? It sure sounds nuts to me."
Dr. Casswell knew that Booth was afraid and trying to hide it, but he could see it and it worried him. "It sounds like you're having a problem remembering who you are, but that doesn't mean you're insane, Seeley . . . You've just had major surgery. A small tumor was removed from your brain . . . The brain is a tricky thing. It's possible that some of your memories are being affected and what seems to be real to you is just a defense mechanism of some kind. Do you want to know what I know about you?"
Warily, Booth nodded his head and Dr. Casswell continued, "Your name is Seeley Joseph Booth. You are not a cop nor have you ever been one. Your partner of over four years is really your wife of six years. Both you and your wife own a nightclub. You do not have a son. These are all facts, Seeley. This is reality . . . You are not insane. That is another fact that you need to be aware of. It's possible that while you were in the coma you were dreaming that you were a FBI agent. Your dream was very real to you and when you woke up you found yourself in this reality. For some reason, you like the other reality so you don't want to let it go. Perhaps you think it's exciting to be an FBI Agent and you don't want to return an ordinary life . . . You don't want to accept the reality outside of your dream, so you're insisting that what everyone around you is telling you are untruths. You think they're keeping you from the reality you found in your dream . . . This doesn't make you insane Seeley."
Not sure he believed Dr. Casswell, Booth finally looked at him. "You're telling me that I liked some dream I had so I don't want to live my life because it's different from the dream? Isn't that nuts? It sounds nuts to me."
Shaking his head, Dr. Casswell patted his shoulder. "You're not insane, Seeley. You just have to admit to yourself that the dream was nice, but that's all it was . . . a dream." Turning the psychologist looked at Brennan to see how she was handling the conversation and then turned his attention back to his patient. "Your wife is very worried about you, Seeley. She wants you to let go of your dream world and come back to this one." Patting Booth's shoulder again, Dr. Casswell smiled. "Everything is going to be okat, Seeley . . . You'll see. Dreams are just that . . . dreams. You have a wife that loves you. You have a wonderful life to live here. All you need to do is accept it."
Filled with sadness that no one believed him, Booth stared at his hands. "Let me think about it . . . It's a lot for me to think about."
Patting Booth's arm once more, Dr. Casswell hoped Booth would accept his reality if not, the man was going to be in trouble. "Sure it is. Take your time. Just remember . . . you can't live in a dream world and be considered sane. You're worried that you're insane. I'm telling you that not accepting this reality and trying to live in a dream world would be insane, Seeley."
Turning from Booth, Dr. Casswell walked over to where Brennan stood. Pointing towards the door, he walked outside of the room and waited for Brennan to join him.
"Let him think about it Ms. Booth. He has a lot to consider. I'll come by in the morning and talk to him again . . . Depending upon what he says to me, we can then determine when Seeley can leave the hospital." Seeing the concern on Brennan's face, Dr. Casswell, patted her arm in sympathy. "Don't worry. Seeley is a very intelligent man. He'll come around."
Hopeful, Brennan nodded her head. "Yes, he is very intelligent. I'm sure he'll accept that he must give up his dream for reality. What else can he do?"
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