Dr. Ichika
The past few days with Amber had been nothing short of a delicate balancing act. Each session felt like walking on a tightrope—every word, every movement, carefully calculated to avoid unsettling her fragile psyche. Yet, with time and persistence, I could see the trust forming between us.
At first, Amber insisted Nurse Lillian remain by her side during our sessions, her presence a lifeline of comfort and security. But gradually, as our rapport deepened, Amber began to loosen her grip on that dependence. One day, she hesitated, glanced at Lillian, and softly said, “You can go… if you want.”
Lillian had looked at me for confirmation, and when I nodded, she left the room. That was the day I felt we had truly crossed the first major hurdle. Amber was finally willing to talk to me
