Catching Roses

Chapter 2- Joanna William's POV

  And then she dragged me to a therapy session. Well, tried too.
She argued with her therapist about weather she should stay with me and in the middle her phone rang.
    Then left me alone with the creepiest-looking man ever.
  He had the look of holding one to many person's burdens, and his face was showing annoyance of her, and had wrinkles on his face- an unhealthy 40ish old male, with his hair whitening.
  "So, Jessica told me you had a PTSD attack?"
  I was still not in a good mood, so I replied with "No, I had the joyful flashbacks of playing in the gardens as a child and was having tears of joy running down my face.  Obviously I had a PTSD flashback."
  The white male seemed even more annoyed but calmed down, surpressing his rage.
    "Ok, what'd you think caused it?" He asked.
  Thoughts flooded my mind.  Was it the man nearby looked just like Alex's corpse? The cop's pistol? The shop in front of me having the same shade of the sand?
    "No idea." I replied.
  "Well, you must have some idea."  I hesitated, but then Jessica came in.
  "I hope she doesn't mind if she sees a dead body.  I need her help with this."  Both the therapist and me gave her a shocked look.  She knows I have PTSD- why cause another attack?
  "Absurd!  Sh- Jessica, you cant throw in a solder into a crime scene and expect them to cope!"
  The redhead gave the man a confused look. "One, thank you for correcting yourself. Two, you make me re-live my past every day.  How is this any different?"
   He was about to argue back, but I interupted.
  "I'll go.  Any carreers I'll get will have a chance of making me re-live my own anyway, so might as well get into it now before the medications.  Becides, fresh air." And the fact he was doing it wrong, but I woudln't want to admit that now.
  "Great.  Let's go."
  "Sherlock, Miss, you're both being absurd!" He replied to both of us.  
  We both got up and I headed out the door.  "Don't call me Sherlock!" She replied, leaving behind me.