Marcella still hadn't gotten to the bottom of her fugues and the most recent one troubled her when she accidentally attacked Tim, mistaking him for Jason. Tim had never seen her have one before, and it was horrible, it wasn't that she hit him for no reason, he understood that, eventually. But it was just something he never wanted to see her go through again. He doesn't remember what triggered it, but now it's happening much more often and even at the slightest things and she couldn't control them any more. Tim stayed the night after spending half of it awake with her after her fugue, he wasn't prepared to leave her.
She had booked herself in for another hypnosis session and Tim wanted to come along. Marcella was wary about him coming; it was a part of her that she had kept away from him and it was strange for it to be out in the open. More and more people in her life was beginning to find out and she knew she had to fix it.
Sat in the room, Tim sits on an arm chair next to hers and Marcella looks at Tim and he gives her an encouraging smile. "I can wait outside if you prefer to do this alone." he tells her.
Marcella shook her head and grabbed his hand, "You said you keep getting incidents. But you don't know what's triggering them?" the therapist asked. Marcella shook her head again and the therapist turned to Tim, "Were you there? Did you see anything that might've triggered it?"
Tim had no idea, there was nothing that he felt could've sent her into one, though he didn't know much about them and he didn't know what made her have them in the first place, and neither did she.
Marcella curled up in the armchair and closed her eyes and tried her hardest to relax, "Three, two, one." the therapist counted down and Marcella was sent back to her last fugue. As soon as it started, her head kept jerking side to side, and her body kept shaking; like a dog having a bad dream. Her shivering became more intense and she began whimpering.
"Jason?!" she suddenly said as she quickly opened her eyes and sat back upright.
Tim frowned, "Jason?" he wondered. "Jason didn't come over." he assured her.
"I know." her voice cracked, "But he called. He keeps messing with my head since I told him about my blackouts. He knows how to trigger them and he does it on purpose." she admitted. Marcella never wanted to tell Tim, it was something she wanted to deal with herself, but Jason's phone call yesterday is what triggered her most recent one.
It annoyed him that Jason was messing with her like this, as if he hadn't done enough damage. "What? How?"
"He knows that I don't want him to take Emma and Edward to Singapore. They're my kids too, I can't let him take them away." her voice broke. "He calls me a disease, and said the kids hate me. He calls me just to remind me of that. He keeps sending me into a fugue, that's why it's happening so much." she sobbed.
Tim got of of his chair and crouched in front of her, placing his hand on her cheek he looked directly into her eyes, "Hey, hey, listen to me, okay." he said softly, "He's not going to take your kids away from you. I won't let that happen, I promise. Alright?" Tim gave her a little smile as his thumb brushed over her cheek, she smiled back but she knew that it wasn't guaranteed; Jason wants to go and the kids wanted to go, but she couldn't bear knowing that she would probably never see them again.
Marcella had to admit the sessions were beneficial to her and she felt a little better knowing that Tim could join her if she needed him again. It was relieving to be able to tell someone she could fully trust with the information about her fugues and Tim promised her wouldn't tell the police and threaten her career and she believed him.