Gemma reached out almost immediately, and Selene and I started going to therapy the same day at different hours. Sometimes Harlan would drive us, and sometimes Damien did. But we had to be accompanied all the time. It seemed things with the rebels were getting more tense than before.
After a few weeks of working with Dr. Fraiser, I could feel improvements in my behavior and my ability to eat regular foods. I, of course, was a firm believer in therapy and was very confident it would work, but Selene was a bit apprehensive. She had a strange idea of therapy and was pleasantly surprised to see it was not at all what she thought it was.
The eclipse was days away, and my anxiety about that was also addressed with the doctor, but right now there were more important things to deal with.
Dr. Fraiser was a kind man, on the older side, and did not mind debating with me the best treatment for myself. After all, it is true that doctors are the worst patients.
