Told you I would give you the talks. It may start a little slow but after a while, it gains momentum. Anyways, I hope you like it.

A Psychologist's Day And Life

Chapter Seven: Patients, Seals And Nuns, Oh My!

After our trip to New York City, Amor apologized to Rosette accordingly to whom she graciously accepted it. The next morning, Remington showed us the so-called patients to whom we were suppose to talk to. Three men, three women. There were another six people however Remington took one of those people into his office while the others waited outside.

Amor had his own office so he took one of the girls and got her inside behind closed doors. I did the same with the remaining girl. While the other three men were waiting to be called, I had a chat with Sister Jane about her recent stress overload.

"This is going to be hell," I thought to myself as I sat her down. She looked down.

"Tell me, how are you feeling?" I asked her.

"Well…" she started, "I feel…sick."

"In what way?"

"Well you see, I have this report I have to do for Sister Kate, then take up someone's shift, then go for choir practice, then…"

"Stop, stop," I said to her. "Why are you doing to many things at the same time?"

"Well, it's because I promised each of them I would do it."

The problem was really simple. The lesson in promises didn't occur to her and she was in her teens. "Let me tell you something about promises…" As I gave my lecture about keeping promises, I noticed that Jane was listening intensively. When I was finally done, I guess she understood it.

"But what do I do about the promises I made to each of them?" Jane asked.

"Well, just say that you can't do it. They'll understand."

"But what happens if they don't."

"Send them to me, I'll figure out something."

"Thanks!" Jane said and she went out the door. "One down," I thought to myself smiling. At the same time, Amor was done with his patient.

"How did it go?" I asked him.

"Pretty good," Amor said blushingly, "she was sad because of the screw ups she made but then I cheered her up by acting like myself. Then I told her that screw ups are opportunities for new experiences."

"Leave it to you to charm a woman," I said sarcastically. We both took one man of the three groups. This guy's name was Brandon.

"Tell me Brandon," I asked him behind closed doors once again. "What happened to you, you look like hell."

"Tell me about it," Brandon said to me, tired. "I've been working triple shifts this week and last week."

"Why don't you ask Sister Kate to change your shifts?"

"I don't want to ask her! She's like…goes all ballistic if you fail to meet up with your shifts. Then people are asking me to take their shifts because they have their own stuff to do."

The problem was pretty obvious. He had problems of saying no and is afraid to ask for a shift change because of his perception of his boss.

"Look, there are times when you have to say 'no' to people. You're like, the yes-man because you say yes to everything. You know what's best for yourself so say 'no' because at the rate things are going right now, you're going to burn yourself out."

Brandon was listening, he was looking straight at me.

"Okay…." I thought about what I was going to say next. "And another thing. I've met Sister Kate, she's a good woman. Sure she's always yelling but that's just her nature. You just have to go to her and ask for the change."

"And what happens if she yells?"

"Take it. A man's stereotype always says to not be disturbed by someone's way of talking. Just take the yell and if that doesn't work, sent her to me."

"… …Okay, I'll give it a shot." He left the room, "thanks."

"Things are going according to plan," I thought. I saw Amor talking to his patient and then he walked off. Amor turned to me.

"That guy's a hater."

"Why?" I asked him.

"Because he hates his job, he hates his room, he hates his co-workers so you know what I said?"

"Okay, I'll bite. What did you say?"

"I said for him to stop hating and to stop loving. Then I listed all the advantages of being here. This made his very unconvinced and he left to think about what I said." We both looked around.

"Where's the other guy?"

Just then, Remington's door opened and out came the third man and him. He then left and Remington came to us.

"What happened?" I asked him.

"Apparently the man's parents died in a gang related fight," Remington said. "He just needed comfort." Then his phone rang.

"I'll get that," Remington said and he rushed to his office. Me and Amor looked around.

"So this is what we have to do…everyday."

"Yep."

"I like this job."

"You're not taking this job, I like this job."

"Whatever," Amor crossed his arms. Just then, Remington rushed out of the office.

"Sorry boys but I have to go!"

"What happened?" Amor asked him.

"It seemed that the Seal of the Seven Wings has been broken. I don't know how but we have to seal it right away."

Remington was about to go when I asked him, "Remington, do you know what will happen during that moment?"

He thought for a moment, then replied, "no. That's the effect of time travel. You start to forget the events that you foresee after a while. Excuse me." And with that, Remington left in a rush. We both looked at each other.

"We both know what's going to happen, right?"

Amor grinned, "Yeah, we know."

"Good, I just wanted to clear your hesitation." We both rushed over to the front entrance where all the forces were assembling. Then we saw Chrono, Azmaria and Rosette talking to each other. When we went to them, Chrono talked to us.

"You heard about the news. I'm sorry but you two can't come."

"We understand," I replied. I turned to Rosette, "You be careful, you hear?"

She nodded and started the car. As the forces rode off, we both went back inside. It was already late and darkness loomed. So we called it a day.

I awoke to the sounds of thunder and lighting. Amor was still asleep in which I couldn't get back to. So putting on my slippers, I walked out of the door and into the halls. I roamed around for a bit but then I saw something that was heading towards the cafeteria. Closely following it, I hid behind the shadows. The doors were locked however this person had a key and opened the doors. Closely following again, the person turned around. It was Rosette.

"What's she doing here?" I asked myself. Then I followed her into the cafeteria and into the back. She prepared something, a sandwich I think. She slowly ate it and that's when I got the feeling that something was wrong.

"Why is she doing this?" I asked myself again. I followed her to the back where she was doing the dishes. Then she got a jar of apple juice and she slowly poured it. That's when I decided to confront her.

In my brave voice, I said, "Mixing up some margaritas? Mine's a double, Senorita. That's Spanish you know."

"…" no response. There was definitely something wrong with her.

"Uh-oh. What's going on," I went towards her.

"What does it look like?" she said coldly, "I'm drinking something." Her voice was cracked and the reception was cold. It wasn't like her. Then I told her to do something that would indeed confirm my suspicions.

"Turn around." She slowly did and her eyes were red and her face, tearful. I gulped and continued, "It's a very sad thing, drinking apple juice. It makes me cry too."

"Shut up, I'm not crying," she said, voice still cracked.

"Okay…would you like to talk about it?"

"No," she responded in her cold state.

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want to."

"So what is it? The fact that you can't kill your enemy because he has the whereabouts of your brother or the fact that you keep on running into dead ends? Hmm? Which one is it?"

She was sniffing for a moment and then…she asked me, "How did you know all those things?"

"Remington told me," I lied. "How sad."

"Shut up, shut up!" She was yelling at me now. I raised my eye brow slightly so I showed her that I wasn't scared. In reality, I was. How would you feel if you confronted a deranged nun? "You don't know me! You don't know how I feel!"

"Strike three Rosette," I yelled back. "Thing is I do know how it feels. There are people in the world who go through the same crap that you do. The difference between you and them is that they're successful while you're a smuck!"

She made out a shrill scream and then grabbed a knife out. She was holding up in the air. Now you would think that I would be screaming myself to stop at this but the quality of stubbornness is what I like. I won't stop until I have spoken my view. Know that this was a one-time opportunity, I kept on going.

"Yeah, that's right. Go ahead, kill me, you know you want to…" She stopped with the look of fear in her eyes. I couldn't understand the feeling…it was the feeling of satisfaction.

"What are you waiting for? You want to kill me right? Now's your chance!" She was still looking at me, knife in hand.

"DO IT!" I yelled. Then she held the knife and stabbed the wooden table. She then collapsed on her knees on the floor.

"You are pathetic," I said to her. These were my views I was expressing. Harsh words were necessary. "You probably did the same thing to him, did you? You couldn't kill him because he was your only connection or maybe you simply couldn't do it."

"I…I…" she stammered with her voice still cracked.

"Listen, if your going to keep on freezing up on him every time you see him then he's won this fight. You won't see your brother ever again. Do you want that?"

"No…" she whispered. "But…"

"But what?"

"I don't have much time," she showed me her watch and started to cry. "I just want to find him and kill the guy. I can't die in peace but I just want to die with at least little dignity."

"There's no such thing," I said to her, whispering. "Our bodies break down, sometimes when we're 90, sometimes before we're even born, but it always happens and there's never any dignity in it. I don't care if you can walk, see, wipe your ass. It's always ugly - always! We can live with dignity - we can't die with it."

There she was silently weeping while I watched her on the floor. I felt sorry for her, I really did. As the sun rose up, I said to her. "We can talk more."

She nodded her head. "I'll ask Remington for a place to talk…you know. Some kind of a date or…something."

She nooded her head again, "I'm sorry," she whisphered.

"Just…keep it between us, okay?"

She silently got up and walked back to her room. I went back to my room and got dressed myself. Amor woke up just when I was about to get my shoes on.

"You're awake," I said to him.

"You're up early," Amor pointed out. "What did you do?"

I smiled, "I had a talk with a certain person. You shouldn't miss any House episodes, those things have quantim shit like you wouldn't believe."

Yeah, yeah, it may have gone fast for some people but that's how I write. Anyways, please R&R and thank you all for your kind reviews.