"Umm...I'm not sure," I tell him, looking down.
"Okay, well. What about work, are you still working at the bakery?"
"Yeah," I tell him. I decide not to mention the part where I haven't been in over a week.
He asks me other basic questions about my day to day life. Boring things. Easy things.
I'm not surprised when he gets to the point of our meeting.
"Do you want to talk about today, Isabella?" he asks. "I know it's a hard day for you. I can't say I'm not concerned about your health."
"Mental, you mean," I laugh, darkly.
"Well, yes. I can't say that I'm not concerned about your progress. You've missed every appointment in the past months. I'm concerned about the lack of progress you've seemed to make."
"I'm fine," I grit out.
"Isabella, Phil called me, he's worried. Your dad is too. Now, they want to help you, they've offered to help pay for another stay at Bridges, for the remaining cost of treatment, we can set up a payment plan."'
"No," I shake my head, standing up. "I'm not going back there. I'm fine."
"They're worried, Isabella. It would really be in your best interest. They fear that the longer you don't get the help you need, the greater the chance of another attempt."
I turn to look at Dr. Black. He's the picture of calm.
Me?
I want to cry and scream and throw things.
"I told you before, just like I told them. I wasn't trying to kill myself."
Hey, so it would be kind of cool if Down had a banner. Are any of you guys talented in that area? You'd have free reign just as long as E/B are Rob and Kristen and keeping in mind that E is 30 and B is 19.
I'd be super appreciative!
See you later. This weekend? We'll see.