Here's the next chapter. This one is a little shorter. One more chapter of therapy after this one.
Over the next week Olivia's worry for Amanda rapidly increased day by day. Mentally she had not changed since the night of her therapy appointment and she had the stim toy Olivia had given her with her at all times, mostly in her mouth.
She had become clingy as well. It was as if she had had a meltdown and was unable to come out of it. Scrubbing a hand over her faceOlivia let out a long sigh as she leaned back in her office chair.
Looking over, she saw Amanda on the sofa, pendant in her mouth as she watched her intently. Taking a huge risk, she attempted to get Amanda to talk to her. Luckily she had therapy in a few hours.
"Hey honey, do you wanna tell me what's wrong?" "I can see your scared," she said and immediately Amanda began harshly biting on the stim toy as the emotion she had built up finally came bursting forth in a torent of sobs. "Oh, sweetheart, what is it?" She said, crossing the room quickly and taking Amanda into her arms.
"Don't know," she wailed placing the chew back in her mouth and biting once more.
"Ok, baby," she said softly, as she rocked her gently. "You're ok, honey," she continued.
"Therapy," she said through sobs and Liv kissed her head before quietly talking to her once more. "We are going to see Dr. Phillips very soon, sweetheart," she assured her.
"Need help," she hiccuped and sniffled and Olivia just held her closer. "I know, baby and we are gonna figure this out," she assured her once more.
A while later a frantic Olivia arrived at Dr. Phillips office. Amanda was in the back seat, having finally calmed down and was chewing on the stim toy Olivia had given her, refusing to remove it. Walking around to the back door, she carefully lifted the blonde out of the car and into her arms, making sure the pendant stayed in her mouth.
"Olivia, I got your message," Dr. Phillips said as she lead the two into her office. "What's going on?" She asked, glancing at her patient.
"I don't know." "She's been like this since our last meeting," she said worriedly and the therapist looked at them, a frown taking over her face.
"Amanda?" "Can I see this for a second?" Her therapist asked as she knelt down in front of them and attempted to remove the pendant. This made Amanda increasingly agitated however and she let out a growl before attempting to bite her. "Amanda, sweetheart, no," Olivia tried but the blonde just growled once more and attempted to bite the brunette's hand.
"Amanda, no."
"No biting," Olivia told her. "We do not do that," she continued, sharing a look with the blonde's therapist.
"What has gotten into her?" Olivia whispered, now more concerned and worried than ever. "I don't know."
"My guess would be she's scared and wanting your attention," she said and Liv just stared. "Well, she's got it," responded the brunette, her eyebrows raising higher as she felt the blonde cuddling into her as if she just hadn't tried to bite either of them.
"Liv," came a small voice and both women stared in shock but quickly snapped out of it, needing to help the blonde. "Hey, sweetheart," she said as Amanda began quietly crying. "She's been like this for the last week," Olivia said, rocking her gently.
"Amanda?" "Can you tell us what's wrong?" Her therapist asked softly and she took a deep breath before saying the last thing any of them expected.
"He's dead, my master," she said before continuing.
"He's dead, he's dead, he's dead," she continued repeating as she cried and Olivia wondered what was going on with her detective.
"He's dead and you didn't tell me," she growled and suddenly it clicked. "Olivia had gotten the news a few days ago, but with everything going on she just didn't know how to tell her.
Suddenly though as quick as the anger had appeared it was gone, and Amanda began biting on her favorite toy once more as she crawled back into the brunette's lap, making her worries increase more than she ever thought possible.
"Please tell me, why is she acting like this?" What is with the mood swings," she asked, glancing at her friends therapist.
"Olivia, I believe she doesn't know how to process her emotions," she explained and Olivia let out a sigh. "What do I do about the anger and aggression?" She asked, extremely worried for her friend. "That anger will eventually turn to sadness but just be there for her."
"That toy is obviously keeping her calm, and if it is what I think it is then I believe I know what is the factor behind this." "She... she... she's afraid something will happen to me too, isn't she?" She asked.
"Yes, she is, and I hate to tell you but this is a huge set back," she said softly and Olivia just stared, wondering not for the first time this last week what the hell she was gonna do.