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CHAPTER SIXTY FIVE new history. season six, episode nine.
"I THINK THEY'RE WORKING," CASSIE SAID, HER HANDS FOLDED IN HER LAP AS SHE SPOKE TO HER THERAPIST. Eyes shifting to the ticking clock hanging above the wondow, her lips twitched downwards, realizing that their session was almost over. "The anti— uh, the meds."
Rain smiled at her, clutching onto the clipboard that rested over her knees. "You can say antidepressants, Cassie," she reminded her, a knowing expression on her face. "It's not a bad word."
"I'm not depressed," Cassie instantly denied, before pausing for a moment after she spoke. Letting out a short laugh, she shook her head, her statement sounding ridiculous even in her own ears. "Okay, yeah, that was a lie."
"Well, I'm glad that they're working as intended," Rain smiled, genuinely happy as she scribbled down a quick note. "I have to say, I've seen a lot of improvement in your mood over the last month. I'm glad you decided to continue our sessions."
Shrugging thoughtfully, Cassie looked down to the ground. After taking Webber's advice and going on a short leave of absence, she reached out to her therapist, who she'd been avoiding ever since George died. After five weeks worth of biweekly sessions, as well as being prescribed mood stabilizers and changing prescriptions for her anxiety, Cassie was finally starting to feel like her old self again.
"I think..." Cassie trailed off, not entirely sure of her decision as her gaze snapped upwards. "I think I'm ready to go back to work."
Looking up with a raised brow, Rain sat back in her seat, a questioning look on her face as she stared at her client. "Dr. Webber spoke to me recently," she informed her. "He said you're welcome back at any time, but I'm required to sign off before you can perform surgery again. Essentially, he needs to be sure that you're mentally fit to be a doctor."
"Am I?" Cassie bit the inside of her cheek, not sure what answer she expected. "Mentally fit?"
Nonchalantly removing a yellow form from a folder she had nearby, Rain wrote her signature on the bottom of the page and held it out. "If you think you're ready, then I believe you." Cassie smiled, reaching out to take it before it was snatched away from her grasp. "But, I have some rules."
"Okay, hit me."
"Number one, you see me at least twice a month, no questions asked," Rain ordered, her features calm yet her voice stern as she spoke to a willing Cassie, who simply nodded at her instruction. "Number two, remember what we worked on last week. You are not—"
