"Yer absolutely sure you want to do this, Campbell?"

"Absolutely!"

"It's not gonna' be easy…"

"Aye, I know."

"Campbell, I'm not even sure if this is legal!"

"Yes, I know, jus' get to the point!"

The next time Eddie had come to the hospital radio studio Campbell had reminded the older man about Bethy and had asked Eddie if he could look up some information about the treatment of PTSD for him and his friends. Eddie had reluctantly agreed and was now bringing Campbell what the latter had requested.

"At first I found a lot of stuff that said that the most common treatment is jus' 'talk therapy,' you know, with doctors jus' sorta' verbally coaching someone through the trauma," Eddie explained as Campbell flipped through the pages of notes the older man had taken. "But seein' as we have no idea what happened to 'er…"

"And that she won' talk…"

"Right, I had to do a little more searching."

The two friends were meeting outside in the hospital garden, where they were less likely to be interrupted.

It was mid-autumn; most of the leaves were past their peak and were turning a crunchy brown, and the stiff breeze was just enough to make being outside for any extended length of time a rather uncomfortable experience. However, this meant that most of the patients at St. Jude's, thankfully, remained indoors.

Even though it was chilly, the sun was bright and glaring, and Eddie had to squint into the light to make out Campbell's face.

"It seems like it's mostly younger kids who'll stop talking after a traumatic event," Eddie continued, "so I figure that the stuff they use for those kids should be good enough for us."

"It'll have to be."

"These books I was lookin' at mentioned drawin' pictures a lot…"

"I can find some crayons or somethin'…"

"…and most of 'em said to reassure the kid that she's safe…"

"…which is utter baloney since we have no idea what happened to 'er!"

"Sorry, I'm jus' tellin' you what it said!"

"I know; go on."

Eddie sighed and rubbed his face wearily before continuing. "Campbell, I know you really want to help Bethy, but it seems to me like there's not a lot we can actually do; most of this stuff seemed to imply that these things jus' have to work themselves out…"

"But we don' have time for that!"

"I know, Campbell; all I'm sayin' is that we can only do so much. Maybe if we could find somethin' for her to get involved in, somethin' to distract 'er from 'er troubles…"

"The radio station!" Campbell exclaimed. "She can be part of the radio station!"

"I don' know about that…"

"Why not? I'm sure she'd be brilliant!"

"In case you've forgotten, she won' talk! You kindda' need to talk on a radio program!"

"I know, but I could still train her to be a DJ and then later…"

"Woah, woah, woah! Who said anythin' about you trainin' her to be a DJ?"

"Come on, Eddie, I'd be fun! She could at least learn to work the equipment and maybe later we could convince her to actually talk…"

"Well…"

"Please, Eddie? Besides, you're the one who said we should get 'er into somethin', and you're always lookin' for more help in the studio!"

"All right," Eddie consented, causing Campbell to let out a woop of joy, "but on one condition."

"What's that?"

"That you don' force her into anythin'. That poor kid's been through enough; the last thin' she needs is someone like you pressurin' 'er into someon' she doesn' want to do." Campbell nodded vigorously, his infectious smile bringing a grin to Eddie's face as well. "Now let's get inside," Eddie shivered, "I'm freezin'!"

*Frantically tries to make up for being inactive for months* Thank you to anyone who is still with me! I'm sorry for the pain I have caused you!

So I know nothing about treating PTSD, so stuff I'm putting in here is what I've found on the internet. Any inaccuracies brought to my attention will be corrected!

Any ideas are greatly appreciated! Hopefully I'll update again soon!