~Eleven'sPirouette~ and counting stars

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(brb!)

Cecilie walked beside him. She looked around curiously, then sat down in one of the chairs that she assumed was for the people while they talked.

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(Kay. Will you be the doctor?)

Jack sat by her, nervous.

[twofrogsinacoat]

(Sure, but I have no idea how these things work. xD)

A few minutes later, the doctor entered the room. He smiled and introduced himself as Dr. Jones, then sat down across from the two of them. "So you're..." He consulted a clipboard on his lap, then looked up at them again. "Mr. and Mrs. Irons?"

[bibliophile;]

(Me either)

Jack nodded. "Yes sir," he said.

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Dr. Jones nodded. "And you're here today for what purpose?" he asked warmly, crossing one leg over the other. He leaned forward a bit to listen to them.

[bibliophile;]

Jack sighed. He explained his dreams, and flashbacks when he heard loud noises. "Sometimes I get them without noises," he said. He hadn't told anyone that.

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Dr. Jones listened to him, nodding every so often. He wrote things down on his clipboard, then looked up at him again. "And you're a veteran, yes?"

[bibliophile;]

"Yes sir," he said.

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Dr. Jones nodded. "Mr. Irons, it sounds as though you have PTSD. It is completely normal for veterans to experience this, as unfortunate as it is. PTSD can be associated with severe symptoms. We do have medicine that you could take to calm the dreams and other symptoms, if you'd care for that. Typically, therapy sessions are encouraged." He paused and looked between the two of them. "Do these options sound at all appealing to either of you?"

[bibliophile;]

"No medicine," he said. He looked at Cece helplessly. Therapy? He hardly felt comfortable talking to Dr. Jones.