Letting Go - Part 7
In Continuation With Part 6
Look Bob I know your mother was a great woman but that doesn't mean I am going to believe in such crap. You need HELP Bob. You need to understand ''dead people don't come back and talk''. Bob you were very attached with your mother and there is nothing wrong with that but now the thing you are seeing and talking about is its side effect. Get over it and let's go now Dr. Jorge must be waiting for you, you are already 20minutes late. BYE !!! And Sam pushed Bob towards the door of the hospital.
Bob had no option but to go and have words with his psychiatrist.
Knock Knock... Yes please come in Bob. I was waiting for you, come have a seat, said Dr. Jorge in a very excited tone.
Hi..., Bob responded.
As you know Bob I am a psychiatrist and of course your doctor. I am working in this field from last 10years. Anything else you would like to know about me? Asked Dr. Jorge smiling.
No. It's more than what is needed. Thank you, replied Bob with a fake smile, taunting Dr. Jorge.
So..., let's just start it, Said Dr. Jorge.
Start what??? Is it some kind of joke? I lost my mother and instead of helping me you guys are driving me crazy, shouted Bob with irritation.
Bob I know everything what happened and what you are going through. I am sorry if I hurt your feelings. I was 25 when I lost my mother. She dropped me to my office, it was my first day in office. I wanted her to come with me and when she was retuning back to home she met with an accident. People rushed her to the hospital. She went into the coma and spent 3years in it. With no hope for improvement I finally decided to free her and the medical facilities were withdrawn and I waited for her to die holding her hand. Her life was more painful than her death Bob, I had no choice. Tell me anything I am there to help you, Dr. Jorge said with tears in his eyes.
Look Bob I know your mother was a great woman but that doesn't mean I am going to believe in such crap. You need HELP Bob. You need to understand ''dead people don't come back and talk''. Bob you were very attached with your mother and there is nothing wrong with that but now the thing you are seeing and talking about is its side effect. Get over it and let's go now Dr. Jorge must be waiting for you, you are already 20minutes late. BYE !!! And Sam pushed Bob towards the door of the hospital.
Bob had no option but to go and have words with his psychiatrist.
Knock Knock... Yes please come in Bob. I was waiting for you, come have a seat, said Dr. Jorge in a very excited tone.
Hi..., Bob responded.
As you know Bob I am a psychiatrist and of course your doctor. I am working in this field from last 10years. Anything else you would like to know about me? Asked Dr. Jorge smiling.
No. It's more than what is needed. Thank you, replied Bob with a fake smile, taunting Dr. Jorge.
So..., let's just start it, Said Dr. Jorge.
Start what??? Is it some kind of joke? I lost my mother and instead of helping me you guys are driving me crazy, shouted Bob with irritation.
Bob I know everything what happened and what you are going through. I am sorry if I hurt your feelings. I was 25 when I lost my mother. She dropped me to my office, it was my first day in office. I wanted her to come with me and when she was retuning back to home she met with an accident. People rushed her to the hospital. She went into the coma and spent 3years in it. With no hope for improvement I finally decided to free her and the medical facilities were withdrawn and I waited for her to die holding her hand. Her life was more painful than her death Bob, I had no choice. Tell me anything I am there to help you, Dr. Jorge said with tears in his eyes.
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