Chapter 16

Freshia Ava’s POV

I, who was starting to feel uncomfortable with Martin because of my suspicions about him, immediately pulled my hand from his grasp. But I tried to remain calm and not show my suspicions. "What do you mean by your question, Martin? What happened to me last night?"

Martin was silent for a moment. "Actually, before coming here this morning, I stopped by your new apartment first. Then when I went to the receptionist and asked about you, he immediately told me about what happened to you last night. Where there is an unknown person who wants to open the door of your apartment unit by force. Therefore, when I saw the wound on your hand, I immediately asked about it. So, is it true what the receptionist at your apartment said about what happened to you last night, Freshia?" Martin said, explaining.

But his explanation didn't just remove my suspicions about him. Because I thought, if he had known what I experienced last night, he would have been worried and asked me about the truth of the incident first. Instead of discussing the wound on my hand, which I had just realized. Besides, that means he knows that this wound was not on my hand before last night's incident.

"Yes, that's right. But now my condition is better." I said briefly.

Martin then smiled, but that smile made me even more uncomfortable. "In that case, thank God. But first, I'm sorry about what happened to you, Freshia.”

“Yes, thank you, Martin. By the way, I have to meet Prof. Adelaine in fifteen minutes. So, I can't stay here for long." I lied to avoid it.

“Ah, fine if it's like that. But later, we'll arrange our meeting again so we can chat more, okay? I missed you, Freshia.” His words suddenly made me shiver.

“Okay, we'll talk about it later, Martin. Then, Amara and I will say goodbye first, okay?" I said then got up from my seat and immediately took Amara's hand to leave the library.

"Freshia, let's go back to the dormitory first, okay?" Amara said after we left the library. Now it was his turn to hold my hand which at that time felt very cold.

Arriving at our dorm room, Amara gave me another glass of hot chocolate and after that, she sat beside me. "I didn't expect that your and Martin's conversation would go like that. He is really suspicious, Freshia.” Amara said.

“You feel that way too, right, Amara? The Martin now seems different from the Martin I used to know. I want to investigate, Amara. At least I want to ask the receptionist whether it was true that Martin came to the apartment this morning."

“Yes, Freshia. Later, when your condition improves, I will take you there, okay? Then I want to apologize for giving information about your new apartment to Martin. Even if he didn't know, he definitely wouldn't be able to make excuses like before if he was really involved in last night's incident."

"It doesn't matter. It's all happened, Amara. I don't blame you either. But I'm really scared now. I feel suspicious of the people I meet and look at me strangely.

Amara immediately hugged me. "Freshia, I think we should consult a psychiatrist first to overcome your anxiety and trauma from last night's incident. I'm afraid that in the future this will have an impact on your health too if you continue to feel afraid and anxious like this."

Finally, I agreed to Amara's suggestion and we looked for a psychiatrist at the nearest hospital to our campus. Coincidentally there was a psychiatrist who practiced this afternoon and I immediately made an appointment with him.

***

At exactly one in the afternoon, I, accompanied by Amara, was sitting on one of the long benches in the hospital hallway, precisely in front of the door of the room which had the words Dr. George Roberts, Psychiatrist. Not long after we waited, a nurse came out of the room and she called my name. Amara and I immediately entered the room.

A doctor complete with a white coat was sitting in his chair, looking at us when we entered the room. I didn't expect it because it turned out that the doctor still looked very young. He smiled and immediately invited us to sit on the bench in front of him. “Which one of you is named, Freshia?” he asked kindly.

"Me, doctor," I said.

"Oh well. Then who is this with?" He asked again while looking at Amara who was beside me.

"I'm Amara, Freshia's close friend, doc."

"OK, fine. Then what made you decide to consult me, Freshia?”

I immediately told him everything that happened to me that day. Starting from a stranger who tried to forcefully enter my apartment unit, then my meeting with Martin raised my suspicions about this man. Dr. George seemed to be listening to my story carefully, while occasionally his hands scribbled on the white sheet in front of him. A few minutes later, I finished my story.

Dr. George was seen taking off the glasses he had been wearing when we were about to start the consultation.

"According to my diagnosis after hearing your story, you are experiencing symptoms of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder or what is usually abbreviated as PTSD. This is normal considering that you have just experienced an incident that has brought out trauma within you. Luckily you immediately got yourself checked, Freshia. Because if not, anxiety disorders will affect your health too. For now, let's do a physical examination first, and then for the next month, I will make a schedule so we can meet again to evaluate your psychological condition. In the meantime, I will also give you several prescriptions for anti-anxiety and antidepressant drugs that you should take to help relieve anxiety and relieve the depression you are currently feeling."

After that, Dr. George gave me two pieces of paper, the first sheet was a cover letter for the physical examination that I had to do and the second was a prescription for medicine that I had to give to the pharmacy.

***

Eros Robinson's POV

There is a new habit that I have been doing regularly lately, namely monitoring Freshia through a tracker and eavesdropper that is installed on her cell phone and connected directly to one of the applications on my cell phone. This certainly helps me a lot, especially if I'm far away from her like now.

I saw her location at that time which showed that she was in a hospital located near her campus. Then I tried to track her cell phone and saw an email notification which was a reminder that today she had a consultation scheduled with Dr. Geroge Roberts at the hospital. I immediately contacted the doctor who doubles as my personal doctor and is also a close friend of mine.

“George, you just had a patient named Freshia come in, right?” I asked directly when the phone was connected.

"How do you know? Ah, don't tell me that woman is the person you are currently obsessed with?"

“Yes, she is.”

"Crazy. What kind of coincidence was this that she could become my patient? You've planned everything, haven't you?”

“Not that detailed, George. I just gave her a little warning because she annoyed me last night. I gave her a cell phone so she was always connected to me and always under my supervision. Not to have relationships with other men.”

"Don't tell me the little warning you meant was sending people to break into her apartment unit last night, Eros?"

“Is her situation so serious that she should consult you?”

“Is making her my patient also part of your plan?”

"Answer my question first, George!" I said in a raised voice.

"It's not that serious, but the incident caused trauma which could have a bad impact on her health. I've always warned you to only attack physically, never attack someone psychologically, Eros. I'm sure you can melt her heart even just by approaching her like a normal man. If only you could be more patient, I'm sure she would fall in love with you."

“You know I'm not very patient in waiting for things. I think too, this is the only way I can be the only person she can rely on, George.”