Sanctuary - Side 2
What's the Diagnosis?
The following week began with another of the trial, but luckily, we didn’t have to be there and the trial is set to end soon, However, Abby set a doctor’s appointment for the end of the week to see if she has PTSD; I am seriously worried about her because she’s not the same person she used to be. She has her ups-and-downs more frequently than ever before, but today seems to be a good day for her as she went off to work.
“Alex.” she said.
“Alex, move.”
I groaned.
“Move your ass, please. I’m exhausted and not in the mood.”
I moved, so she could get in.
“Thank you.” she said irritatedly.
She turned onto her side and faced away from me.
“Abby, I’m sorry.”
“Goodnight, Alex.”
“Goodnight, Abby.”
I walked out of the bathroom on the morning and saw that she was awake.
“Good morning.” he said.
“Good morning.”
She wasn’t smiling, so I furrowed my eyebrows and sat down beside her.
“Are you okay? Something didn't seem right last night.”
"I had another mood swing. I usually find it adorable seeing you sprawled across the bed, but last night it started with me feeling that way, then I was really irritated. I felt terrible and still do now; tears ran down my face after you apologized. I'm not okay and I apologize for being such a bitch; it's not right."
"You don't need to apologize. Trust me."
“I need some answers because this is ridiculous. I never used to be snippy like this, you know? You’ve certainly known that, right?”
“Of course. I hate seeing you like this. It pains me to see how you’ve been since that night and how you have to deal with it every goddamn day.”
“Friday can’t come any sooner.”
Despite protests on going to the doctor with her today, she convinced me to go to the studio with the guys. I knew it would be hard for me to concentrate until I learned what her diagnosis was. When two o’clock came around, I texted Abby.
How’d things go at the doctor?
I’ll tell you about it, later. Love you!
I sighed.
Ok. Love you, too!
This was going to continue to bother me till she got home, but I forced myself to focus on the new record we are working on called Last Young Renegade. Jack, wanting to go eat at the restaurant Abby works at, convinced all four of us to go out for dinner. Our waitress was someone else I knew and a good friend of Abby's.
"Your fiancee says 'hi'." she said after our meals came.
"Tell her I said 'hi'." I said, smiling.
"Will do."
"Abby sounds well. You think her appointment went alright?" Jack asked.
"I hope so. Maybe things'll get back to normal, well... somewhat normal."
I was home earlier than her as usual and was anxious to hear how her appointment went. I stood up to greet her when she walked inside.
“Hi, honey.” she said, walking over to me.
“Hi, babe.”
“How was your dinner? Was it cooked to your liking?”
I laughed.
“Delicious and yes. It was perfect. Was it you that prepared it?” I said before kissing her.
She kissed me back.
“Actually, it was. I also knew your order without even looking at it. Whose idea was it to head to where I work?”
“Jack’s actually. Late in the afternoon, he suggested it and I agreed wholeheartedly.”
“Gotta thank him. I loved that you guys were there. I love them like family.”
I smiled.
“Anyway, how’d your visit go?”
“Well, I figured out what’s going on with me. I have PTSD.” she said, making a face.
I made a face as well and we sat down on the couch.
“I hate hearing that.” I said.
“Me too. I mean, it’s what I suspected, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt any less getting the diagnosis anymore. I was prescribed meds and I have to see a therapist.”
She laid her head back and shook her head.
“Did you tell him?”
“I couldn’t bring myself to and he said that was okay. I just said that something very traumatic happened a month ago. He took my word for it and I’m thankful for that.”
She turned her head to see my response.
“Glad you got answers. I just hate that you have to go on meds and see a therapist.”
“Thanks, Alex. I love you.”
“I love you, too, Abby.”
I hugged her and pulled her down onto my chest.
