Rose sat in the therapist's waiting room. She tapped her hand on the arm of the chair she was sitting in. The longer the professional made her wait, the more nervous she got. And not just nervous, she was questioning if she should have even come here. She shuddered as the bad thoughts started to plague her mind once more. She took out her phone and dialed the number she had on speed dial one. It rang twice before a voice that filled her with hope spoke.
"Good morning, Rose." Michael's voice sounded sleepy, which was unsurprising given the current time in Boston Maryland compared to her current place in London."
"Good day, Michael." She corrected with a light giggle. "I can hear you smiling."
She heard his laugh, and that sent her heart fluttering. "Well, any day I get to hear your voice is a good day."
She smiled widely, the dark thoughts retreating. "I'm glad I can make your day. Actually… I'm in the therapist office. Waiting for my turn and I'm so nervous…"
Michael's voice was soft as he replied. "That's good, Rose. Seeing the professional I mean, not being nervous. You got this, I know you do. I believe in you."
Rose felt tears prickle at her eyes. "I know you do. What do I tell them?"
"The truth," Michael said, firmly. "As you once told me, it's always best to be honest."
She sighed. "I did say that, didn't I? I… I appreciate you answering despite it being so early for you over there."
She could just see Michael shaking his head. "I told you, I wanted this responsibility. You're my favorite person in the world, Rose. If I have to never sleep again so I can live in a world with you in it, that's worth it. You're worth fighting for."
"I never had someone who would fight for me." She admits. "I'm still not used to it."
As she said this, the nurse came out and waved to her.
"I got to go, Michael." She said, her voice tinged with regret.
"Call me as soon as you get out." He offered. "I love you, Rose."
"I love you too, Michael." She hung up and got up and walked with the nurse to the office.
It was hard, so hard, but she told her story to the nice lady with the clipboard. Even the plan she had made. She knew this wasn't something she was going to fix overnight. There would be bitter work before she was healed, if ever. But with Michael in her corner, she would surely never give in to that despair again.
A/N: I played 7 days of Rose yesterday and I loved the story. Really glad I got the good ending on my first try. I hope you enjoyed this little fic. See you next time.