Fix Us

"Things seem to be looking better this week," Dr. Violet said when Daisy and Brett arrived at her office for their evening therapy appointment. They sat near each other this time, with their hands clasped together. Brett's thumb caressed Daisy's knuckles, and she looked at him and smiled, feeling settled by the contact.

Dr. Violet flipped open the protective case of her tablet and settled more comfortably in her seat. "Is there anything in particular you’d like to discuss?" "The past few weeks have been tough," Daisy said quietly.

"I imagine so. Let’s talk about the night that led to it. Can you tell me what happened, Daisy?"

She told the older woman about waking up from her own nightmare to find herself trapped in Brett's. She walked Dr. Violet through that night and the weeks that followed.

"What did you feel after the nightmare?"

"Fear," Daisy replied, still holding onto Brett. "I was scared.

"You stopped attending your group therapy with Brett. Was it your decision or