Session 2: The Daisy
My attempts at familiarizing myself with the patient were mostly futile as the patient's attention span is particularly short. For the time being, I've decided to address her by the name of "Thirteen", according to her wishes. Hopefully if I cooperate, she will repay me.
I managed to get her to talk a little about herself. All of it regarded her job at the Diagnostics Department of Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. I learned that she works with four men – Mr. Foreman, with whom she's in a relationship, Mr. Taub and Mr. Kutner, and her direct boss, Mr. Gregory House (Non-professional note: The one who was going to perform an autopsy on a living person? Goodness, no wonder she needs a therapist). She has been working there for about 18 months now and seems quite satisfied in the environment. I assume her coworkers are Thirteen's only good acquaintances. She refuses to talk about her life outside of work for now, which I am content with. I will give her the time she needs.
I am now about to read the first part of the story she wrote. She claimed the paragraph was all she could produce on her own. Perhaps, if I can salvage some information out of this, I may consider the option of letting her write in short episodes; that way, the undertones will be more actual as well.
Once upon a time, there was a single daisy. Although it lived alone, it didn't feel lonely at all. It was safe in a flowerpot on the ledge of a window, watching the world outside while its owner, even though he was a busy man, looked after it.
Every day, the daisy looked out at the bright sun and admired its beauty and elegance. It reached out for it, but couldn't reach past the glass, so it would spend all the time eying the sun from afar.