Therapy 109

I didn't go

I think I put down the flag

Inadvertently

My heart hasn't caught up

still stand in the line of fire

still takes shots like a soldier

But soon I think it will

Soon isn't soon enough

The flag wasn't white

It was yours

Painted with understanding

and striped with love

I don't remember asking

For you to put me above

We find ourselves here

so here we must prevail

In our own right

In our own way

Therapy 109

Evan has been under Dr. Ryelle's care for more than a month. Everything that has been done has been outside of her "comfort" zone per se. An organization approached her, promising her limitless monetary donations and cutting edge technology. The word Nobel prize was thrown around. Looking back, she let her ego decide. Who wouldn't have though? She had nothing holding her back. No family. Her career was her love and she was obsessed with it's progress. The mind. 

When she saw Evan on the table so many weeks ago she approached her as she did all of her patients. Clinical. Distant. And then a new theory evolved and she was able to connect to Evan's mind, if only for a few seconds. She did so every single chance that she could, pressing the boundaries of medical morality. Dr. Ryelle was no longer a distant observer. She had gotten to know her patient on levels that would take years to learn about a person. Could she push her limits? Could she put Evan's mind at jeopardy? A mind that she'd come to ..... 

Judy took off her lab coat and walked over to the keyboard connected to one of the many wires. She typed something in and then grabbed a syringe. She sat on the empty hospital bed next to Evan and stared at her for a moment. Without even looking she injected the syringe into her arm and calmly laid back on the bed. She grabbed the makeshift visor and lowered it over her own head. She would either be successful at getting the information or she would fail and her mind would put her into a coma that she would never awaken from.