| Echoes of Terror: Chapter 4 |
Dr. Stewart Massey had been called in on the case when it became apparent that Hutch was in trouble, emotionally. When Hutch had lost control in front of a suspect and nearly assaulted the man, Dobey ordered him to see Massey. The blonde resented the idea and was uncooperative during their first session. Dr. Massey had wisely allowed Starsky to be present, and it was only the dark-haired detective that prevented Hutch from walking out in the middle of the session. Hutch paced the room like a caged animal. He ran his long fingers through his blonde hair. "I don't know what I'm doing here. I'm fine. The doctor said I was fit for duty. I don't know what the problem is." "Your Captain and your partner are worried about you, Hutch. They're concerned with the mood swings that you've been having lately. Physically, you're fine, but they're worried about your emotional health." "Why, because I got a little rough with a suspect? Starsky and I do that all the time. It's a technique we use. You know, good cop and bad cop? It doesn't mean anything." "This wasn't the same thing and you know it. Even when you do that, you're still in control of the situation. You know when to stop. You weren't in control this time, Hutch. And this wasn't an isolated incident. It's been going on for a while and I believe it has something to do with what happened to you in that warehouse. Have you remembered anything about it yet?" "No, I haven't. Dr.Young said it was normal. He said amnesia happened sometimes with a head injury. He's not concerned about it so why should you be?" "You haven't even asked about the case. Aren't you curious about whether the suspects have been caught or not?" "It's not my case! I was the victim, remember? Ohhh!" Hutch closed his eyes and fell to his knees as the pain lanced across his temples. Starsky was beside him instantly. He helped him to a chair and sat beside him. Hutch buried his head in Starsky's shoulder, trying to block out the pain. "Don't ya see, buddy? Something's eating at you and you have to get it out. Doc Massey can help you, but you have to help yourself." Hutch looked at him. "I'm scared, Starsk. I don't know what's happening to me. I don't know what to do." ********************************************************************************************************************************************* Starsky walked to Dr. Massey's office and knocked on the door. The psychiatrist was going over some paper work. "Good afternoon, Starsky. I was just getting ready to see Hutch. How's he doing today?" "He's not any better! Every time he talks about that day, he gets those headaches. How's he going to get through this if he can't remember what happened.?" Dr. Massey sat back and read over Hutch's chart. He sighed. "I'm not fond of hypnosis, but I think that might be the best way to proceed. He'll be in a controlled setting and we can talk him through that night. I had hoped the repressed memories would surface on their own, but it doesn't look like that's going to happen." "So, when do you want to do it?" "There's no sense in putting it off any longer. We'll do it first thing in the morning. I'll order a mild sedative for him tonight, and you're welcome to stay with him, too. I know you'll both rest better if you're together. I want you both fresh and as strong as possible for tomorrow. It's going to be a rough ride, make no mistake about that." "I know, but this ride has gone on long enough. I want my partner back and I can't have that until he faces what happened that day." |
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