Fic: Dig the Hole Wide and Deep (16/?)
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nickngregTitle: Dig the Hole Wide and Deep
Rating: PG-13.
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Warnings: None.
Summary:
Spoilers: None
A/N: This is a sequel to ‘Putting Down Roots’ which you can find
here
Previous parts of this story can be found here
Alan stayed with Nick for a little while longer but Nick seemed to be completely wiped out by his emotional disclosure. Alan decided to again prescribe a sleeping agent but since Nick had eaten almost nothing all day and the last thing he had in his stomach was some soup he decided the Zantac was not needed.
Alan said goodnight, told Nick he would see him tomorrow and they would start their work together to exorcise his demons. Since Alan kept a room at the clinic for times like these he didn’t have to drive back to Las Vegas and they would start fairly early. He told Nick he should sleep but if he didn’t, to start that journal he had mentioned and list the results he hoped to get from their sessions, the problems he wanted to work on and anything else that bothered him.
After Alan left, Nick sat there for a while. He finally decided he needed to shower; one of the things he and Alan had discussed was the fact that one of the first signs of depression was a decrease in personal hygiene. He hadn’t shaved or brushed his teeth or showered since the previous morning which was almost 40 hours ago.
He had to admit when he got out he did feel marginally better. A gentle tap at his door let him know Charles was there with his sleep-aid. He had also brought some warm milk, flavored with vanilla and sugar and some graham crackers. Nick looked at him in astonishment. “What the heck, Charles? I haven’t had graham crackers since I was a kid.”
“Then it’s time you tried them again, Nick.” Charles believed whole-heartedly in the clinic’s rules that the physical well-being of its patients was an important part of their treatment.
Charles placed the tray on the same table he had served Nick and Alan’s dinner. He started to leave but Nick asked him if he had time to stay with him for a few minutes. Charles smiled and said he always had time for Nick. They sat quietly talking while Nick swallowed his pill, drank his milk and ate his crackers. When Nick had yawned for the third time, Charles got up, told Nick it was time for bed and like an obedient child, Nick crawled in bed. He watched while Charles moved around the room, straightening and picking up. He finished by picking up the tray, turning Nick’s lights off and wishing him a good night.
Nick slept soundly until about 4.30 when he woke up dying to go to the bathroom. He took care of his business, washed his hands and went back to bed but he couldn’t go back to sleep. His mind wandered over the last couple of years. He thought about his behavior after Crane and Gordon. He cringed when he remembered his excesses.
He smiled in the dark when he thought about his first kiss, his first night with Greg. He had known he was a passionate lover but my God, he had never imagined anything like the feelings he had when Greg had thrown his arms around him and kissed him that first time. Talk about fireworks; it was a display that would bring the house down in any arena in the US and it was all going on behind his eyelids. And if you want to discuss degrees of passion, Greg set the bar higher than even Nick could imagine. He had wondered all during their five months together if there would ever come a time when he would get used to the kisses that produced an instant erection.
And Greg had a playful side that reduced him to a slobbering idiot in nothing flat. He would be working on evidence in the lab and Greg would come in to the room. He would walk over to Nick’s side and sit down on a stool beside him and ask a casual question about the evidence; nothing out of the way at all. Of course, the one hand under the table that was rubbing across Nick’s groin was certainly not casual. Nor the fact that Nick was hard in a flash and sometimes couldn’t even respond to the ‘casual’ question. Sometimes Nick thought he must have spent that entire five months in a state of perpetual arousal.
As Nick thought about his time with Greg, he found himself getting hard just thinking about him. He tried to focus on something else and finally got up and looked in the desk and sure enough, there was a brand new journal. He picked it up and started back to bed but decided that probably wasn’t a good idea. At least not until his erection had gone away. Bed just made him think about Greg and thinking about Greg made him hard. So he settled down in the comfortable desk chair and began to jot down thoughts. He didn’t try to keep any sort of order just what ever came in his head.
He thought writing would be hard, after all he was used to a computer and a keyboard but there was something about the action of thought followed by committing that thought to paper that almost forced him to pare his ramblings down to the fewest possible words. Before he even realized, it was 7.15 am and he had pages filled with thoughts, memories, questions and ideas. He also hadn’t thought about Greg or his dick for a couple of hours now. Hmmm….that was a relief. He decided he would shower and go down to have breakfast with the rest of the ‘guests’ of the clinic.
Nick was showered, shaved and generally clean when the knock on his door sounded. When he said come in, Alan stuck his head inside and said, “Wow, I wasn’t expecting this. I came to see if you wanted to have breakfast with me?”
“I was planning on going down to the dining room for breakfast.”
“Great! Do you mind some company?”
Nick said no, just let him finish dressing and he would meet him downstairs. He wasn’t sure whether he really wanted to eat with Alan again or not. Just because he had made an earth-shaking admission; that didn’t mean he wanted to be ‘best buddies’ with the doctor. He still felt that Alan had an ulterior motive for wanting to ‘help’ him. Nick snorted when he realized he was thinking in quote marks and decided, he would work with the good doctor BUT there were some things he would keep to himself and most of his personal life with Greg was firmly placed in that category.
He was quite surprised to find Alan sitting at one of the large family style tables with six other patients. There was a seat left for him but it was clear over on the other side of the table. Nick took the seat, turned his coffee cup over to signal the waiter for coffee and looked the menu over. He had a substantial breakfast and enjoyed the small talk with the other people at the table.
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After breakfast, Alan asked Nick if he was ready to start. Nick decided the faster they started, the faster they would get it over with.
He was used to Phillip Kane who was one of those doctors who let his patient set the pace and only occasionally asked a question. Most of the time Dr. Kane wanted Nick to tell him how he felt about his memories, his dreams and his connections with his co-workers; mostly things that would affect his skill as a CSI. Alan was a whole different animal.
Alan started by telling Nick he could understand why he didn’t want to see him but why didn’t he want to see his parents or his friends. Nick waffled for a long time with the answer to that one, finally telling Alan that he had remembered something bad, he didn’t want to talk about it to him now or possibly ever and he didn’t think his friends and family should be around him. He was not the person they thought he was and he didn’t want to see the disgust on their faces when they realized what he was.
Alan shook his head. He was somewhat confused. “Nick, you do realize don’t you that the fact that you don’t want to talk about your memory is the best reason in the world why you SHOULD talk about it.”
“I don’t care. I won’t and if that’s the only thing you want to discuss then I guess our session is over.” Nick sounded so much like a whiny brat that Alan really wanted to smack him.
”No, there are at least….how old are you, thirty-six now….there are at least thirty-five more years of stuff we need to get out of the way. We can leave yesterday for the moment but you will talk about it before we are through. That’s a promise. Now, back to why you won’t see people.”
“If I understand you correctly, you remembered something about yourself that was so bad, so horrible; it threw you into almost instant depression and made you decide that your family and friends would be better off never seeing you again. Is that about the size of it?”
Nick sat down, he had been pacing the room like a caged cat, put his head in his hands and sighed, “Yeah, that’s pretty much it.”
“Nick, would you admit that right not, right at this point in time, you’re not running on all cylinders?”
“Yeah, I’ll give you that.”
“Good. Now, would you say that you’re friends and parents are pretty sharp people?”
“Of course they are. What’s your point?”
“My point is, no one knows the horrible secret you’ve uncovered about yourself.” Alan who was trained to watch his patient’s closely, noticed a visible flinch when he said that. So someone else did know what had sent Nick spinning down into depression. “All they know is they love you, miss you and want to see you. Are you ready to tell them what a terrible person you are? Because if you’re not, then they’re left believing you cut them out of your life after they risked their lives and reputations for you. Do you really think that’s fair?”
“You fight dirty, don’t you?” Nick was furious, mostly because he could not ignore the truth behind the doctor’s words. “I don’t want them to be exposed to me, can’t you understand that?”
“Do you have a contagious disease? Are you suffering from some sort of radio-activity that could affect them? Without knowing what you think you have, I have to act on the facts available to me. What is it you CSI’s say….Oh yeah, I have to follow the evidence and at this moment my evidence says you have 5 people that I know for a fact love you dearly and are suffering right now because you have stamped your little foot and said you don’t want to play with them anymore.”
“God damn you, you make me sound like a petty child. Don’t you realize this is my life, these people are my life? How dare you trivialize my feelings like this?”
“How dare you trivialize your family’s feelings, your friends? Do you have any idea what Bobby and Greg go through every single day they are at work? Do you have any idea how hard it is for your father, an honorable man, to call Conrad Ecklie with regular updates on the state of the ‘family emergency’ that has taken you away from the lab? Every single day, Bobby and Greg have to look the people they work with in the eye and either say, “Gee no we haven’t heard from Nick for a while now” or “Yeah he called last night, said he tried to get hold of one of you but I was the only one who answered. Yeah nothing’s changed. His family still needs him, but he sends his best.” Do you really think it’s easy for them to be there day after day lying through their teeth and the only reason they’re doing it to give you a chance to come back to work with your honor and integrity intact? Bobby and Greg are compromising their integrity every single day to preserve yours and you can’t even give them the courtesy of a visit. Christ Stokes, maybe you’re not worth saving after all.”
Nick had never been talked to like that in his entire life. Even when he and his father had their rough patch before he left Dallas for Las Vegas, they hadn’t ripped each other up like that. He got up and stormed out of Alan’s office and headed for his room. He tried to calm down, to get control of himself but he could not stop shaking with anger, with rage maybe a little sorrow at hearing the truth . Oh shit! That’s just what he needed, his little voice was back.
What’s the matter Stokes? The truth too much for you? You had no trouble at all telling Greg he was a piece of shit and only worth fucking. That was usually just before you tore him a new one; literally. Boy do I have a way with words or what? You can dish it out but you can’t take it. Come on Nicky what’s it gonna be. Are you just gonna curl up and hide here in your room or are you gonna be a big boy and try to live up to the people who are putting everything out there for you. Either push all your chips out there in the middle of the table or pick up your cards and fold.
“Oh great, now you sound like Warrick. Can’t you even stick to my personality when you’re arguing with me?”
”I’m completely different from you Nicky my boy. I’m my own person. I’m you or what you could be if you would just clear the shit out of your brains and find out where I came from and when. That’s the key you know. You have to remember when I started talking to you.”
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Alan had just sat there after Nick stormed out of his office. He was so angry, at himself most of all, for losing his temper with a patient. No matter how obnoxious a patient became, he had always managed to hang on to his cool and let their bad moods roll right off him. So why didn’t he this time? What was it about Nick Stokes that brought his temper right to the surface and kept it on a low simmer? Well hell, he was going back to Vegas, he was going to sleep in his own bed tonight, hopefully not alone, and he was going to just let Mr. Stokes stew in his own…….
The door to his office flew open and slammed back into the wall. Nick came storming into his office and right up to his desk. He leaned over, put his hands on Alan’s desk and said, “All right you son-of-a-bitch, I’m going to call everyone including Warrick and Catherine and Archie. I’m going to call my dad first and make sure I keep our stories straight and I will keep on perpetuating the lie. I will talk to you but you stop pushing me. There are some things I just can’t talk about right now. Maybe I never will be able to talk about them but I’m going to try. Not for you, because I still think you have an agenda of your own, but for my mom and dad and Bobby and Steve and Greg and me. No matter what you think, I am worth fighting for and I’m going to try. Now, what else do you want me to say?”
Alan swallowed, poured himself a glass of water and sipped it slowly. He looked at Nick for a while. Nick did not move, did not flinch; he just looked right back at him. To a casual observer, it sort of looked like two tomcats sizing each other up just before the fur started flying.
“I would like you to shut the door, take a seat and lets start with why you left Dallas. Can you talk about that or is that too much for your delicate psyche?”
Nick glared at him for a few more seconds, straightened up, walked over and gently closed the door. He walked back to the small serving station Alan had in his office, opened the little mini-fridge and took out a bottle of water. He didn’t bother with a glass; just twisted the cap off, took a deep swig that took the water level down half way, walked back and sat down in his chair and started talking.
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Two hours later, Nick was back in his room stripping off his clothes and climbing in a lukewarm shower. He felt like he had been run over by a truck. They had worked their way through the whole thing from the moment he saw the ad on Monster.com until he had reported for work that first night. Alan had called a halt then, telling Nick they had made a great start. He had other patients he had to see but he would be back tomorrow afternoon. They would have dinner and after dinner they would go back over the entire session and see if they could find significant markers for things that had happened prior to the move and then after.
Nick was going to go down and work out for a while but he was so beat he decided he would take a little nap and then call his dad. He needed to start mending bridges.
Rating: PG-13.
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Warnings: None.
Summary:
Spoilers: None
A/N: This is a sequel to ‘Putting Down Roots’ which you can find
here
Previous parts of this story can be found here
Alan stayed with Nick for a little while longer but Nick seemed to be completely wiped out by his emotional disclosure. Alan decided to again prescribe a sleeping agent but since Nick had eaten almost nothing all day and the last thing he had in his stomach was some soup he decided the Zantac was not needed.
Alan said goodnight, told Nick he would see him tomorrow and they would start their work together to exorcise his demons. Since Alan kept a room at the clinic for times like these he didn’t have to drive back to Las Vegas and they would start fairly early. He told Nick he should sleep but if he didn’t, to start that journal he had mentioned and list the results he hoped to get from their sessions, the problems he wanted to work on and anything else that bothered him.
After Alan left, Nick sat there for a while. He finally decided he needed to shower; one of the things he and Alan had discussed was the fact that one of the first signs of depression was a decrease in personal hygiene. He hadn’t shaved or brushed his teeth or showered since the previous morning which was almost 40 hours ago.
He had to admit when he got out he did feel marginally better. A gentle tap at his door let him know Charles was there with his sleep-aid. He had also brought some warm milk, flavored with vanilla and sugar and some graham crackers. Nick looked at him in astonishment. “What the heck, Charles? I haven’t had graham crackers since I was a kid.”
“Then it’s time you tried them again, Nick.” Charles believed whole-heartedly in the clinic’s rules that the physical well-being of its patients was an important part of their treatment.
Charles placed the tray on the same table he had served Nick and Alan’s dinner. He started to leave but Nick asked him if he had time to stay with him for a few minutes. Charles smiled and said he always had time for Nick. They sat quietly talking while Nick swallowed his pill, drank his milk and ate his crackers. When Nick had yawned for the third time, Charles got up, told Nick it was time for bed and like an obedient child, Nick crawled in bed. He watched while Charles moved around the room, straightening and picking up. He finished by picking up the tray, turning Nick’s lights off and wishing him a good night.
Nick slept soundly until about 4.30 when he woke up dying to go to the bathroom. He took care of his business, washed his hands and went back to bed but he couldn’t go back to sleep. His mind wandered over the last couple of years. He thought about his behavior after Crane and Gordon. He cringed when he remembered his excesses.
He smiled in the dark when he thought about his first kiss, his first night with Greg. He had known he was a passionate lover but my God, he had never imagined anything like the feelings he had when Greg had thrown his arms around him and kissed him that first time. Talk about fireworks; it was a display that would bring the house down in any arena in the US and it was all going on behind his eyelids. And if you want to discuss degrees of passion, Greg set the bar higher than even Nick could imagine. He had wondered all during their five months together if there would ever come a time when he would get used to the kisses that produced an instant erection.
And Greg had a playful side that reduced him to a slobbering idiot in nothing flat. He would be working on evidence in the lab and Greg would come in to the room. He would walk over to Nick’s side and sit down on a stool beside him and ask a casual question about the evidence; nothing out of the way at all. Of course, the one hand under the table that was rubbing across Nick’s groin was certainly not casual. Nor the fact that Nick was hard in a flash and sometimes couldn’t even respond to the ‘casual’ question. Sometimes Nick thought he must have spent that entire five months in a state of perpetual arousal.
As Nick thought about his time with Greg, he found himself getting hard just thinking about him. He tried to focus on something else and finally got up and looked in the desk and sure enough, there was a brand new journal. He picked it up and started back to bed but decided that probably wasn’t a good idea. At least not until his erection had gone away. Bed just made him think about Greg and thinking about Greg made him hard. So he settled down in the comfortable desk chair and began to jot down thoughts. He didn’t try to keep any sort of order just what ever came in his head.
He thought writing would be hard, after all he was used to a computer and a keyboard but there was something about the action of thought followed by committing that thought to paper that almost forced him to pare his ramblings down to the fewest possible words. Before he even realized, it was 7.15 am and he had pages filled with thoughts, memories, questions and ideas. He also hadn’t thought about Greg or his dick for a couple of hours now. Hmmm….that was a relief. He decided he would shower and go down to have breakfast with the rest of the ‘guests’ of the clinic.
Nick was showered, shaved and generally clean when the knock on his door sounded. When he said come in, Alan stuck his head inside and said, “Wow, I wasn’t expecting this. I came to see if you wanted to have breakfast with me?”
“I was planning on going down to the dining room for breakfast.”
“Great! Do you mind some company?”
Nick said no, just let him finish dressing and he would meet him downstairs. He wasn’t sure whether he really wanted to eat with Alan again or not. Just because he had made an earth-shaking admission; that didn’t mean he wanted to be ‘best buddies’ with the doctor. He still felt that Alan had an ulterior motive for wanting to ‘help’ him. Nick snorted when he realized he was thinking in quote marks and decided, he would work with the good doctor BUT there were some things he would keep to himself and most of his personal life with Greg was firmly placed in that category.
He was quite surprised to find Alan sitting at one of the large family style tables with six other patients. There was a seat left for him but it was clear over on the other side of the table. Nick took the seat, turned his coffee cup over to signal the waiter for coffee and looked the menu over. He had a substantial breakfast and enjoyed the small talk with the other people at the table.
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After breakfast, Alan asked Nick if he was ready to start. Nick decided the faster they started, the faster they would get it over with.
He was used to Phillip Kane who was one of those doctors who let his patient set the pace and only occasionally asked a question. Most of the time Dr. Kane wanted Nick to tell him how he felt about his memories, his dreams and his connections with his co-workers; mostly things that would affect his skill as a CSI. Alan was a whole different animal.
Alan started by telling Nick he could understand why he didn’t want to see him but why didn’t he want to see his parents or his friends. Nick waffled for a long time with the answer to that one, finally telling Alan that he had remembered something bad, he didn’t want to talk about it to him now or possibly ever and he didn’t think his friends and family should be around him. He was not the person they thought he was and he didn’t want to see the disgust on their faces when they realized what he was.
Alan shook his head. He was somewhat confused. “Nick, you do realize don’t you that the fact that you don’t want to talk about your memory is the best reason in the world why you SHOULD talk about it.”
“I don’t care. I won’t and if that’s the only thing you want to discuss then I guess our session is over.” Nick sounded so much like a whiny brat that Alan really wanted to smack him.
”No, there are at least….how old are you, thirty-six now….there are at least thirty-five more years of stuff we need to get out of the way. We can leave yesterday for the moment but you will talk about it before we are through. That’s a promise. Now, back to why you won’t see people.”
“If I understand you correctly, you remembered something about yourself that was so bad, so horrible; it threw you into almost instant depression and made you decide that your family and friends would be better off never seeing you again. Is that about the size of it?”
Nick sat down, he had been pacing the room like a caged cat, put his head in his hands and sighed, “Yeah, that’s pretty much it.”
“Nick, would you admit that right not, right at this point in time, you’re not running on all cylinders?”
“Yeah, I’ll give you that.”
“Good. Now, would you say that you’re friends and parents are pretty sharp people?”
“Of course they are. What’s your point?”
“My point is, no one knows the horrible secret you’ve uncovered about yourself.” Alan who was trained to watch his patient’s closely, noticed a visible flinch when he said that. So someone else did know what had sent Nick spinning down into depression. “All they know is they love you, miss you and want to see you. Are you ready to tell them what a terrible person you are? Because if you’re not, then they’re left believing you cut them out of your life after they risked their lives and reputations for you. Do you really think that’s fair?”
“You fight dirty, don’t you?” Nick was furious, mostly because he could not ignore the truth behind the doctor’s words. “I don’t want them to be exposed to me, can’t you understand that?”
“Do you have a contagious disease? Are you suffering from some sort of radio-activity that could affect them? Without knowing what you think you have, I have to act on the facts available to me. What is it you CSI’s say….Oh yeah, I have to follow the evidence and at this moment my evidence says you have 5 people that I know for a fact love you dearly and are suffering right now because you have stamped your little foot and said you don’t want to play with them anymore.”
“God damn you, you make me sound like a petty child. Don’t you realize this is my life, these people are my life? How dare you trivialize my feelings like this?”
“How dare you trivialize your family’s feelings, your friends? Do you have any idea what Bobby and Greg go through every single day they are at work? Do you have any idea how hard it is for your father, an honorable man, to call Conrad Ecklie with regular updates on the state of the ‘family emergency’ that has taken you away from the lab? Every single day, Bobby and Greg have to look the people they work with in the eye and either say, “Gee no we haven’t heard from Nick for a while now” or “Yeah he called last night, said he tried to get hold of one of you but I was the only one who answered. Yeah nothing’s changed. His family still needs him, but he sends his best.” Do you really think it’s easy for them to be there day after day lying through their teeth and the only reason they’re doing it to give you a chance to come back to work with your honor and integrity intact? Bobby and Greg are compromising their integrity every single day to preserve yours and you can’t even give them the courtesy of a visit. Christ Stokes, maybe you’re not worth saving after all.”
Nick had never been talked to like that in his entire life. Even when he and his father had their rough patch before he left Dallas for Las Vegas, they hadn’t ripped each other up like that. He got up and stormed out of Alan’s office and headed for his room. He tried to calm down, to get control of himself but he could not stop shaking with anger, with rage maybe a little sorrow at hearing the truth . Oh shit! That’s just what he needed, his little voice was back.
What’s the matter Stokes? The truth too much for you? You had no trouble at all telling Greg he was a piece of shit and only worth fucking. That was usually just before you tore him a new one; literally. Boy do I have a way with words or what? You can dish it out but you can’t take it. Come on Nicky what’s it gonna be. Are you just gonna curl up and hide here in your room or are you gonna be a big boy and try to live up to the people who are putting everything out there for you. Either push all your chips out there in the middle of the table or pick up your cards and fold.
“Oh great, now you sound like Warrick. Can’t you even stick to my personality when you’re arguing with me?”
”I’m completely different from you Nicky my boy. I’m my own person. I’m you or what you could be if you would just clear the shit out of your brains and find out where I came from and when. That’s the key you know. You have to remember when I started talking to you.”
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Alan had just sat there after Nick stormed out of his office. He was so angry, at himself most of all, for losing his temper with a patient. No matter how obnoxious a patient became, he had always managed to hang on to his cool and let their bad moods roll right off him. So why didn’t he this time? What was it about Nick Stokes that brought his temper right to the surface and kept it on a low simmer? Well hell, he was going back to Vegas, he was going to sleep in his own bed tonight, hopefully not alone, and he was going to just let Mr. Stokes stew in his own…….
The door to his office flew open and slammed back into the wall. Nick came storming into his office and right up to his desk. He leaned over, put his hands on Alan’s desk and said, “All right you son-of-a-bitch, I’m going to call everyone including Warrick and Catherine and Archie. I’m going to call my dad first and make sure I keep our stories straight and I will keep on perpetuating the lie. I will talk to you but you stop pushing me. There are some things I just can’t talk about right now. Maybe I never will be able to talk about them but I’m going to try. Not for you, because I still think you have an agenda of your own, but for my mom and dad and Bobby and Steve and Greg and me. No matter what you think, I am worth fighting for and I’m going to try. Now, what else do you want me to say?”
Alan swallowed, poured himself a glass of water and sipped it slowly. He looked at Nick for a while. Nick did not move, did not flinch; he just looked right back at him. To a casual observer, it sort of looked like two tomcats sizing each other up just before the fur started flying.
“I would like you to shut the door, take a seat and lets start with why you left Dallas. Can you talk about that or is that too much for your delicate psyche?”
Nick glared at him for a few more seconds, straightened up, walked over and gently closed the door. He walked back to the small serving station Alan had in his office, opened the little mini-fridge and took out a bottle of water. He didn’t bother with a glass; just twisted the cap off, took a deep swig that took the water level down half way, walked back and sat down in his chair and started talking.
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Two hours later, Nick was back in his room stripping off his clothes and climbing in a lukewarm shower. He felt like he had been run over by a truck. They had worked their way through the whole thing from the moment he saw the ad on Monster.com until he had reported for work that first night. Alan had called a halt then, telling Nick they had made a great start. He had other patients he had to see but he would be back tomorrow afternoon. They would have dinner and after dinner they would go back over the entire session and see if they could find significant markers for things that had happened prior to the move and then after.
Nick was going to go down and work out for a while but he was so beat he decided he would take a little nap and then call his dad. He needed to start mending bridges.
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