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This chapter deals with PTSD. If you don't like that, I'll write a disclaimer on every chapter that goes into depth with it, and a different one if it mentions it. If you do have it, or think you do/ have night terrors about a certain real event that was terrifying, please either check online to see if you do, and if you are certain, please get medical attention. I hope you get better if you do have PTSD, and if you can stomach some talk of it, please enjoy the chapter.
This place looked like it was the garbage dump. It was a lab, but it looked terrible. I was set down between two large chairs and had to look at dust bunnies for an hour. Just as they were starting to understand the laws of thermodynamics, my name was called. Slightly sad to leave the blossoming civilization, I was lifted to a red couch/bed. The psychiatrist was some tiny fire person. "Hello, I am Dr. Flamesman. I will be giving you a psychiatric evaluation." He was smaller than me, little shorter than the top of my petals. He outstretched his hand for me to shake, but I didn't take the gesture. I was too scared of the FIERY TENDRILS THAT WERE REACHING TO THE CEILING. I mean, I'm a plant! He must have read my mind, because he apologized. "N-No you don't have to apologize Doctor." I said quickly. He looked down and jotted something on his clipboard. "So, tell me how you got here." He said abruptly. So, I told him, and he progressively got more and more confused, yet still wrote his notes. When I got to the part with Alphys, he seemed to get more interested, and adjusted himself. Then I told him about the nightmare. He stopped me there, and said he already knew what I had. "You, sir, have PTSD. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I am sorry to say I may never be able to heal you, but I can help. You see, this can last forever, or, with medical help and moral support, a few years. I am ready to take the case, but, please, don't expect it to work. I'm cautiously optimistic, but I can't make promises." I agreed with him, obviously. When I was let out, Mom was told to take me here weekly. So, now I have two weekly appointments. And I also have a psychiatric disorder. And a problem with eating. I REALLY hate Alphys.
PS, I'm scared that Alphys is reading my thoughts. Going to end here, and sleep in mom's bedroom tonight. Wish me luck.