Just-A-Stick

A short while later, Rex's eyelashes fluttered slightly.

"Thank you." She walked up and laid a business card in front of him. She tapped it with her index finger. "You seem like you could use some help." She said softly. The business card is for a therapy place. The name Iris Winter is printed clearly at the bottom, along with a phone number.

No, you should go. I've been unconscious for too long, and will need to wake up soon. I love you.... Her voice faded, along with her image.

"May I approach the bench?"

It's alright, you couldn't have known. She laid a hand on his arm gently.

"Um... Your Honor?" She askes timidly.

" @Invisible, Your Honor."

She stood as well, slapping his hands away, and slamming the box closed. Not until you're out of my head. The box keeps them contained. It'll hurt more if you release them in here. Out first, and into your own. Okay?

Sticketh Strolls into the court. "Your Honor! I have a Case!"

In this box are lies. Don't believe them. She laid her hand on his cheek. Please don't believe them.

From that box only. And Daniel?

I know... You've shown me. She tried to block out the quiet whispers from the black chest.

She relaxed, leaning her head on his shoulder and smiling quietly.

Fine. The box appeared again.

And what about helping yourself? She let him pull her close, safe in his arms.

I'm just... I'm worried about you, is all.

Can you explain how?

"Ahh... Yes... quite fierce-looking... does it have a name?" The answering machine picks up. "Hello, I'm Iris Winter, please leave a message and we can schedule an appointment. This is not an emergency line. In case of emergency, please call This number." a number is given, and the machine beeps.

Just. Tell. Me. Who.

No. She turned her back on him.

Daniel. WHO?

Who? And will it hurt you?

Please just tell me straight. What are you going to do?

Which is why you need to tell me.

Mmhmm... then tell me what you plan on doing.