Patient #082315
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Category:
G through L › Lost
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
1,479
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Lost, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Session #4
Session Transcript
Date: Thursday, 17 February 2005
Patient: S. Bennett #082315
Good morning, Sydney. How have you been since our last session? I have to say, you look like you haven’t slept much.
I haven’t. I keep having that same dream – the one where John takes Mason away from me. I have to resist the urge to sleep in his room with him. I feel like I’ll wake up and he’ll be gone. If I don’t sleep, then I can watch over him.
Do you think John would take him from you?
No. I don’t. And the rational part of me knows that and knows that it’s just a dream. I called him after our session on Monday. I told him that I needed to see him, to talk to him. I asked him to come over and told him that he could see Mason. I don’t know who was more nervous when he got there – me or him. I told him that Mason didn’t know that he was his father and that I wanted them to get to know each other first. Seeing them together was just … amazing. Mason had to give him a tour of the house, making sure to show John his room and all his toys. They played with some of Mason’s cars and Leggos; together they built an elaborate castle. John brought a book for Mason, and it turned out to be one about knights. I don’t know if I mentioned to John that he liked knights or if he just knew. Mason pretty much demanded that John read him the book right then. They just looked so perfect, sitting together in Mike’s big old chair; Mason snuggled up next to John like he had known him forever while John read to him. I couldn’t watch. It hurt too much. I ended up sitting on this old swing under a tree in the backyard. I’m not sure how long I sat there; I didn’t even notice that it had started to rain. John finally came out and said that Mason had fallen asleep while he was reading to him. He had carried him to his room and put him in his bed. I couldn’t even look at him. He kissed me and told me thank you and then he left. I wanted to yell at him to stay. I wanted to tell him that …
What did you want to tell him, Sydney?
I’m sorry. I’m sorry but I just can’t do this. I can’t talk about this anymore. I can’t….
[Note: Patient left session early and in an agitated state]
Date: Thursday, 17 February 2005
Patient: S. Bennett #082315
Good morning, Sydney. How have you been since our last session? I have to say, you look like you haven’t slept much.
I haven’t. I keep having that same dream – the one where John takes Mason away from me. I have to resist the urge to sleep in his room with him. I feel like I’ll wake up and he’ll be gone. If I don’t sleep, then I can watch over him.
Do you think John would take him from you?
No. I don’t. And the rational part of me knows that and knows that it’s just a dream. I called him after our session on Monday. I told him that I needed to see him, to talk to him. I asked him to come over and told him that he could see Mason. I don’t know who was more nervous when he got there – me or him. I told him that Mason didn’t know that he was his father and that I wanted them to get to know each other first. Seeing them together was just … amazing. Mason had to give him a tour of the house, making sure to show John his room and all his toys. They played with some of Mason’s cars and Leggos; together they built an elaborate castle. John brought a book for Mason, and it turned out to be one about knights. I don’t know if I mentioned to John that he liked knights or if he just knew. Mason pretty much demanded that John read him the book right then. They just looked so perfect, sitting together in Mike’s big old chair; Mason snuggled up next to John like he had known him forever while John read to him. I couldn’t watch. It hurt too much. I ended up sitting on this old swing under a tree in the backyard. I’m not sure how long I sat there; I didn’t even notice that it had started to rain. John finally came out and said that Mason had fallen asleep while he was reading to him. He had carried him to his room and put him in his bed. I couldn’t even look at him. He kissed me and told me thank you and then he left. I wanted to yell at him to stay. I wanted to tell him that …
What did you want to tell him, Sydney?
I’m sorry. I’m sorry but I just can’t do this. I can’t talk about this anymore. I can’t….
[Note: Patient left session early and in an agitated state]