Do You Know Indigo?

Chapter Seventeen

From a drawer Dr. Collins withdrew my file and a pen. Silently she removed her reading spectacles from her coat pocket. Then, completing of her routine, she folded her hands delicately.

"Now Christine may I ask you how you are feeling today? It does appear that you seem slightly off colour this morning. Are you managing to get enough rest? The broken arm isn't bothering you too much?" Her voice was patronising. It annoyed me that she saw it as necessary to talk to me like a child.

"I've been better, thanks," I replied. She picked up my file and started jotting down quick notes.

"Better? In what way have you been better?" She paused and looked down on me; her glasses perched on the tip of her long slender nose.

I wasn't sure I wished to tell her of Kieran and the Chicago affair. I didn't want to say anything of Kieran at all. Still, I might as well make use of her time.

"Close friends of mine may have possibly died in the Chicago terrorist attack yesterday. It's difficult to talk about." I had been blocking it out all morning. Dr. Collins nodded understandingly. I could feel my palms sweating.

"Well I certainly cannot force you to divulge anything you aren't comfortable sharing. But would it be at all acceptable to ask if these circumstances led you to suicidal or depression related thoughts or actions?" It shocked me that she could say such a thing with composure. Her pen was poised over the paper, readying itself for something note worthy. "Please take your time; this is all a part of the psychological process."

"Such thoughts hadn't even crossed my mind. What a stupid question." I was taken  aback  by my own sharpness but glad to have challenged her.

"No, that was a good reaction. The fact you haven't felt the need to consider anything relating to suicide or depression is extremely positive. Your spirit is commendable - even if a little abrasive," she assured me. I shifted uncomfortably in my chair.

I took to looking around the room. The pure white interior dazzled me as it caught the light of sun. I cringed in my chair. Unscrewing my eyes, I noticed Dr Collins's window had a perfect view of the city.

"Beautiful isn't it? I picked my office for the view. It's amazing to think there are thousands of people living within those buildings and streets. Every one of them in some way or another has problems; unfortunately there aren't enough of hours in the day to see to them all." She tutted to herself, wiping her spectacles.

"Anyway let's not stray from you, trust me to go on a tangent to myself. Now would you like anything to drink?" She rose from her chair and strode over to the mini fridge in the corner of the room.

"Water, thanks," I replied, shrugging into my jumper. She pulled a bottle of water and a can of lemonade from the fridge and swung the door shut. Politely, she handed me the bottle and retook her position behind the desk.

"Right let's get back to business. In the past week or so have you experienced any hallucinations, blurred vision or spells of dizziness?" I reflected.

Seeing Kieran before the blast wasn't exactly a hallucination and the blurred vision beforehand and afterwards was nothing. The fact I had collapsed wasn't because of any dizziness so denying all three was justifiable. It had been something to do completely with Indigo Boy.

Now there was a whole messed up can of worms.

"I've been absolutely fine since the accident. Nothing unusual has happened to me whatsoever." Liar. Dr. Collins was hardly convinced but scribbled it in the file anyway. I drew a long swig from my bottle and choked as the liquid flooded in my throat. I spluttered, the heat rising into my cheeks.