Nya stood up as Jay came back into the waiting room.
"How'd it go?" she asked, grabbing his arm, "What did the doctor say?"
"What we expected," Jay sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.
"PTSD?" Nya asked, and he nodded without looking at her. "Me too," she admitted kind of painfully, "So what now?"
"Now I guess we schedule our next appointments," Jay nodded at the desk, "If it's not one thing it's another. Wish we could just punch this one too."
"Doesn't mean we can't beat it," Nya said determinedly.
"Beat it?" Jay asked incredulously, "The psychiatrist said this can last your whole life. How do you beat something that's in your head and never going away?"
"By not letting it win," Nya told him firmly, "Hey, look at me," she pulled him around to look into his eyes, "I help you, you help me, and we beat this thing together. Get it?"
Jay smiled in spite of himself, "Got it."
"Good," Nya smiled. "Come on."
The two of them headed over to the desk and placed their appointments, then headed back out to walk home.
"Step one of beating it is going to all our appointments," Nya told Jay quietly as they headed down the street, "So don't let me wiggle out of mine, okay?"
"If you'll do the same thing for me," Jay told her.
"Thought you'd never ask," she smirked.
"The fight of our lives," Jay mused, giving her a grin, "There's no one I'd rather fight beside than you."
"Back at you," Nya offered him her hand, "Off to war?"
"Yup," Jay took her hand with a smile, "Let's do it."