COMPLICATIONS | GREY'S ANATOMY

the sound of silence: part 2

Huffing out a breath in boredom for the hundredth time, Gisele looked around the room, everything was a different shade of beige.

She hated beige, supposedly it was meant serenity and warmth but to her it was just dull and blah.

"Dr. Shepherd." Carson, her therapist, said getting her attention.

Gisele looked over at her, "Huh?" Carson looked a few years older than her.

She sighed, setting her pen and notebook down on the coffee table in front of her, "You missed my whole introduction."

"Sorry, it's just... you couldn't pick any other color," she said, "Beige is boring."

"Well, it's a good thing we're not here to discuss the color scheme," at least her shrink had a personality, unlike the color scheme of the room, "So, what brings you here?"

Gisele sighed, "Because I need help."

Carson narrowed her eyes, unamused by her answer, "I know you need help that's why you're here but can you be specific on what you need help with?"

"Emotions and relationships."

"Can you elaborate on that?" Carson picked up her notebook and began scribbling inside it.

"I'm having a hard time maintaining the relationships in my life and expressing my emotions, I guess."

"You guess?" Carson repeated.

"Yup."

"Okay," Carson sighed in annoyance, "I'm gonna need more than that to help you."

"You seem kinda bitchy." Gisele blurted out.

"I'm sorry you feel that way. I can switch with someone else if you feel uncomfortable."

She shook her head, "No, I'm not uncomfortable. I just... you remind me of my friend. She's bitchy too, the good kind."

Carson chuckled, "Didn't know there was a good kind," she noticed how her sea foam green eyes lit at the mention of her friend, "What's your friend's name?"

"Emmy."

"What about your relationship with her?" Carson asked.

"What about it?"

"I noticed how your eyes lit up when you mentioned her. Tell me about your relationship with her."

"She's my best friend, I've known her since we were four, we met at preschool."

Carson was impressed, not many people kept their friendships from preschool all the way into adulthood, "Wow, four and you're 25, that's what... 21 years of friendship."

"Yup."

"How do you feel about that?"

Gisele inhaled deeply, not entirely sure how to answer the question, "I don't know."

"Want to know what I feel about it?"

"What?"

"Amazed, most friend groups don't get through high school and definitely not college," Carson began, "People get busy, have different interests, join different clubs, make new friends and by the time graduation comes around they've grown apart. People promise to keep in touch then life happens. But the two of you met at four years old, went through elementary, middle and high school, college..."

"And med school." Gisele added.

Carson nodded, "Right, we can't forget about that," she joked, "Now you tell me how you feel."