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Part IX “What about your dreams disturb you?”
Relena sighed as she tried to settle deeper into the couch. However, it wasn’t very comfortable. “I don’t remember.” “Anything at all?” Dr. Moorehead prompted. “No.” The psychiatrist made a quick note on her pad. She waited for a long moment before asking, “How are you doing with your medication?” “I’m taking it.” “That wasn’t what I asked.” “It is not stopping the nightmares.” “I thought you didn’t remember your dreams.” “I don’t remember much,” Relena amended. “Then what do you remember?” Relena closed her eyes. She could see the gun in her hand. There was a brief flash of muzzle fire. The life fading from dark eyes as the leader fell to the floor. “A lot of noise,” she said quietly. “It all happened so fast.” A clock chimed quietly. Relena gave a silent sigh of relief. Composing herself, she sat up and swung her legs over the side of the couch. Dr. Moorehead studied her closely for a moment. “I think we made some progress today.” Relena merely looked at her. “We will resume our work tomorrow,” the older woman continued. She rose and crossed the room to the door. As she opened it, she surprised to find a dark-haired young man in the hall. Seeing the man, Relena froze. She and the man exchanged a look before he gave a slight nod and moved on. Relena was slightly flushed as she went in the opposite direction to her room. Closing the door after Relena, the psychiatrist made a mental note to ask Mr. Winner about his new houseguest. |
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