Who: Elaine Boyer and Dr. Leon Felder What: The shrink and his patient and the issue of medication. When: Friday, April 3rd. Where: Dr. Felder's Private Practice Rating: PG-ish Status: Complete
Elaine took a seat on the couch, glancing around. It had been all Krista could do to get her to come here. Already, she was picking at the seams of the couch, her breathing unsteady. She wondered when the last time Dr. Felder had checked for hidden microphones or video recorders was. Didn't he realize his office was the perfect place for them to find out who needed to be sent away? To find out patterns. Who ate where, who followed what schedule. You were supposed to tell everything to your psychiatrist, and they would know that.
Maybe Krista was right. Maybe it was better to forget that they were always watching-- in this state, Elaine was quite sure that they did still watch her when she was on her medication, the medicine just stopped her from realizing it. But that would make it easier for them to take her, wouldn't it? If she didn't know she was being watched, being followed... if she got careless... They could-- they would take her away.
Maybe Krista wanted--
Even in this state, she scolded herself. Krista got frustrated, and she understood why, but Krista wouldn't want her gone. She wouldn't want anything to happen to her. Not really. Krista wouldn't let them take her, not if she could help it. No... she couldn't think anything against Krista.
Elaine looked at Dr. Felder, biting her lip as her fingers continued picking at the stitching of the couch. He wanted to help her. She knew that. Early on, she'd thought he was trying to poison her, but, no. She'd decided that wasn't true awhile ago. He wanted to help her, even if she wasn't always sure that the medication actually helped.