Even <b>though </b>Cole isn’t a <b>child</b>, that’s why I asked for her tonight. I believe that she’s an <b>empath</b><b>, </b>iler natural gift is the ability to feel weini feeling, emotionally and physically. That’s what makes her so good with the pups. Afost pups can’t properly ramsey what they are fang is eldet<b>. </b>Even some teenagers have a difficult time with it if their anxiety is too high. I have also found that some of my mustplex shift help as she has the ability to point Dr. Pierce or Dr. Morrison in the right direction. For Cale, I need to know if he’s withdrawing from unte can handle safely in the wing, or if he’s crashing from silver poisoning. The young man seems terrified to admit that he’t in worse <b>dope </b>that he clean
I close the door quietly behind me but that doesn’t keep him from startling. He’s still sitting where I left him in the middle of the bed. His head is deurs <i>and </i>his eyes are closed. I know he doesn’t want to talk but I’m hoping that by starting with the other packs he’s been to instead of his home that <b>maybe </b>he get morefortable with talking to me, telling his story.
I walk around the bed so that I’m in front of him. I squat down beside it, with my arms on top as I speak quietly, hoping to catch his gaze.
“Cole.” He opens his eyes and looks at me briefly. He seems uncertain and fearful.
I position the bottle of pills in my hand so I can show them to him. Knowing that he’s been overdosed on purpose before makes me take every caution & ean to gain his trust.
“These are actually Lilly’s.” He nods his head verifying he knows who Lilly is.
“She has quite the struggle with her past at times as well, even though I took her from that nightmare over twenty years ago.”
I encourage him to take the bottle and continue talking as he looks it over<b>. </b>
“As I said before I left, these are the half milligram ones <b>so </b>I’d like you to take just one. milligram is what we gave you in the medical wing to help you get through the IV getting done. After that we gave you Valium. <b>I </b>just want to take the edge off as I feel like you’re getting too close to a panic attack and 1 know you received some codeine beforeing to dinner.”
I watch as he looks over the bottle carefully, reading thebel, verifying what I’ve told him. I wait patiently as he removes the cap and takes a single pill out, holding it in his hand, trying to decide if he’s actually going to take it. He looks at me again, <b>still </b>squatting on the floor beside the bed. He slowly reaches his arm back out towards me, letting the bottle go gently as I grab hold of it.
“<b>I </b>understand your fear, Cole. I have never told my sons, this is notmon knowledge as Lilly doesn’t want it to be but she was abused by her father for eleven years before I found her. There were many nights, early in our rtionship that I held her for hours trying to calm the nightmares. While <b>I</b>, myself, have never experienced the terror of being abused I do understand the fear and uncertainty that it creates<b>. </b>It doesn’t matter how many times I tell you that you’re safe, that I’m different, that I can truly help you if you open up to me, I know it’s not enough and that’s okay.”
To my surprise, he keeps eye contact through most of what I tell him. I can only hope that opening up to him, telling him about my luna, will help him see me differently from the others.
“Are you willing to tell me about why you reacted the way you did at the table? Why you were willing to <b>ept </b>physical punishment in her ce, afterwards?<b>” </b>
He nods his head as he ces the pill in his mouth and under his tongue, closing his eyes as he hangs his head again. I can <b>see </b>he’s struggling badly. He’s shaking hard as he steadily clenches and unclenches his hand. His breathing is stiff but steady giving me the impression that he’s counting, struggling to maintain some sort of control over his fear. I know that reliving anything is traumatic but I’m sincerely hoping that what I’m asking for starts the dialogue I desperately need to save him.