D through G. All day long. Working hard in order to rid myself of the previous night. I couldn’t believe I wrecked Sierra’s place like that. Well actually, what did I expect? The whole reason I went over there was to make sure if that did happen, it wasn’t at my house for all to see. But what would I do next time? Only three days to make a decision.

“Hellohello,” Elliot entered the room, back from his lunch hour.

“Hey, Elliot,” I said, aligning the last of that day’s folders.

“So how are you?” he picked up the newest edition of a psychological journal and sat down at his armchair.

“I’m fine,” I replied standing awkwardly infront of him.

“What happened?” his eyes never left the journal, just like yesterday.

My blood began its slow nervous simmer. “What do you mean?”

“Have a seat. Something happened,” he motioned to the couch.

I sighed knowing that as soon as my skin hit the leather, I’d be spilling everything. And I did. All about last night, that is. Not about you and the touching.

When I was done, I felt the questions coming fast, like the wave of nuclear heat and light after an explosion. “How long have you been having these nightmares?” he said with a purse of his lips.

“A little over a year,” I fiddled my thumbs together.

“You ever had a prescription for it?”

I cringed a bit. “At Reynard’s, they’d give me pills for it sometimes. Not too fond of the effects. Not that I don’t love being knocked out for three days and lethargic for three weeks, but I don’t want that.”

“Do you have any left? Could you bring them in for me?”

“I can try, no promises. My parents have them,” my mind already tried to work out the details of how I’d get them.

“Well, look into it. Those Reynard’s pills aren’t always what they seem to be,” he chuckled to himself.

I didn’t know what he meant, but I made a promise to myself that I’d get them somehow. “Thanks, Elliot. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“You too, Gerard.”