Need Not Want

“It had to be seeing that girl…she didn’t want to be reminded of the accident…and it brought it all back to her?” Caroline suggested, much later. I was in her bed again, right back to square one, it seemed, and she was gently stroking my forehead, sitting beside me. “She is obviously still traumatised by the whole experience?”

“So…she really needs to talk to someone?” Charles replied, from his perch on the bottom of the bed. “I mean, physically, we know she is okay…the concussion has gone…how about that guy we tried last year, when we decided to put her back down into year seven?”

“The educational psychologist?” She queried, frowning as I looked up at her, blinking in the light from the window. “Strange old man…but she did seem to get on with him…”