"How are you feeling?" James asked over the phone.
"I'm not really sure right now" I murmured as I wandered around my kitchen.
"That's ok... It's a natural response... And how are you finding work?"
"We haven't gotten a case yet so I've kind of just been sleeping on the couch in my office, and doing a bit of work."
"Are you actually sleeping or-"
"I was... At first, I was able t-to sleep, but uh- the nightmares started on Thursday night... Spencer's been a lot of help"
"That's good, are you going to meetings?"
"Yep"
"And therapy?"
"Mhm"
"Are you taking your meds?"
"Ugh, are you father?"
"Y/n, I'm looking out for you. So are you taking them?"
"Yes, twice a day. M-My therapist wants to prescribe me Librium, which is the least addictive kind of benzodiazepine, to deal with the possible PTSD after e-everything... But I don't know, it seems like a bad idea"
"It's up to you, have you spoken to Spencer about it?"
"No, I don't want him to worry"
"Well, you should. If you do decide to take the medication, by telling Spencer, he might be able to regulate it. And if you do get to a point where you feel reliant on it, then he'll help you stop."
"I'll think about it"
"Anyway, are you doing anything tonight or are you just having a quiet night in?"
"Spencer's taking me somewhere... I don't know where it's a secret, but he said to wear something nice, but not too formal"
"So, what are you going for?"
"Flowery mini-dress"
"Good shout"
"Also thinking about doing my makeup, but I'm not sure if I can look at myself in the mirror for that long" I sighed.
