Awww, a new doc to accompany me in my misery. How sweet.
How old are you?
Me? I... I watched cartoons back in the 80's. It was so fun, you know! I'd get up every Saturday at 8 am and run towards the TV. We used to watch those cartoons together, freshly made sandwiches squeaky in our hands, smiles plastered to faces. Mommy didn't like that. She'd always say that we're just wasting time. That I ought to clean the house and repair the car instead of gawking like a fish onto the screen. She used to push me around when I pretended not to hear. I never let her touch him though. He was precious. Precious things can't hurt. They're too important...
Why do you keep telling such long stories?
I... I need details, they're the most important, yes! I remember so many details but my mind... I just keep mixing up stuff together, I don't know what's before and after... I remember him, he's the most vivid thing in my head. I feel cold, doc... I know, I did something, I'm sure as hell... but... my head hurts so much from these drugs... They're so bitter, but nurse never allows me to swallow 'em with a glass of juice or lemonade. It's unfair! When we were little, we'd always get a one from HER. It could be with a tint of strawberry or blackberry but always sour and cold. I once spilled it all over HER blouse, SHE got so angry then, doc. I... He screamed at me to run but I froze... and...
SHE...
I...
I... him...
Patient started crying. Session had to be cancelled.