Disclaimer: I do not own Charmed or any of the other characters etc
A/N: Ok so I know I haven't updated in like forever but hey I'm back now and ready to write more of this story.
Psycho-Analysis
Paige sat alone in the large room; she still wore a dismal hospital gown that hung loosely to her voluptuous figure. She sat on one of those couches with ones one head rest, though she was not lying with her head resting on it. She looked around the room; there were many framed diplomas along the wall. The hospitals psychiatrist was obviously proud of his or her qualifications. Paige hadn't been told if the therapist was a man or woman, they had always been referred to as Dr Morton. Suddenly she heard the door handle click, and in walked a young looking woman. Earlier thirties if anything, her blonde hair was pulled back into a high pleat, with a couple of hair grips holding back the few straggling hairs. Her blue eyes were hidden behind a pair of square glasses with rounded corners. She was wearing black skirt that stopped just above her knees with a fitted jacket and white blouse. She walked behind that large desk that was in front of Paige and sat down. She removed her jacket and sat staring at Paige. She opened the date book that sat in front of her, and scrolled down with her finger,
"2:00pm, Paige Matthews," she said looking up from her date book, Paige smiled,
"Paige Matthews reporting for sanity," Paige swung her legs onto the couch then stopped suddenly, "I don't mean to be rude but I don't want to do this. But I know I have to and I'll co-operate and look at your ink blots but I don't want to be friends here," she looked at the small woman who sat behind the desk,
"We're not going to be friends Paige," she replied solemnly, her replied shocked Paige causing her to sit up. The woman wandered round to the front of her desk and perched on the corner of it.
"I don't understand how you can help me if you don't even know me," Paige said brashly,
"As I understand it you have friends already, and two sisters… a brother in law and a new nephew, how I'm I doing so far?" Paige looked shocked once more,
"A little too well how do you know all this?" Paige asked,
"Its part of my job to research my patients before they come to me for help, and that's why you're here so I can help you… the only thing I don't know anything about is your parents. So let's start with why you tried to kill yourself?"
Paige sighed, she knew that she would have to discuss things eventually but she didn't think the woman would jump right into the subject. "It was nothing really, I'm much better now. I feel fine, I'm sleeping right through the night, no nightmares nothing… really" said Paige,
"But you're bringing me in at the end of the movie. I want to see the entire film, so start at the beginning,"
"Well I was stressed; the death of my parents was bothering me, and I sort of freaked out," Paige sighed, hoping that the therapist would leave things at that. But she didn't, Paige didn't expect really her not to ask more questions.
"So tell me why you were so bothered about your parents death at this time, why it began to bother you so much just now," Paige lay back resting her head on the couch, then began to talk.
Paige sat back in her hospital bed awaiting the doctors to come and assess her, to see if she was ready to be let out or not. She had spoken to Dr Morton for an hour and half; the session ended in tears and left Paige's face red and blotchy. She sat waiting for the doctors to finish with the man in the bed next to her and for the curtains to open. She was watching the television or at least pretending to, it was some talk show about something or other… Paige wasn't paying attention at all. She heard the curtains open and the doctors walk over to her; she swung her head round and looked at them. A couple of qualified doctors were standing with clipboards and some student nurses behind them. A male doctor with small round glasses and round bald head walked over to Paige,
"How are you today Paige?" he asked, getting his biro ready to write,
"I'm fine, ready to go home really," said Paige in an upbeat disposition, hoping her happy mood would let them discharge her.
"Well you do seem much happier than you have been recently, how was your session with Dr Morton yesterday?" he asked noting some things down on his clipboard, the students stared at Paige occasionally moving their glance to the doctor.
"The session was excellent, I really feel better and ready to go home, now," Paige looked towards to ground, "can I go home yet?"
"Well we've been monitoring your progress very closely and you've made leaps and bound in getting better, you're sleeping all the way through the night. No dreams or shouting in your sleep, you've been eating well. Your physical wounds have healed. All in all I think you're ready to go home today, but that's only physically not mentally or emotionally. However my superiors think that you're ready to leave and you can discharge your self against my recommendation if you want, but I strongly…"
"I'm going home," Paige replied stubbornly and that was the end of the converstation.
