Fear Clinic Page #2

Did she die in the chamber?

I... Sara, I can't give you any more details,

Sara. I've already said too much.

And I'm afraid you're wasting

your time here.

Look, I can't go backwards.

I put up with those hallucinations

in the chamber.

I slept with the lights on.

I did everything.

Caylee is clearly sick, okay?

I'm not leaving.

S...

Sara.

Rewind. When did you know

that you could take the lead

and finish it out strong?

From the beginning.

I don't question it. I don't question it.

You just keep riding hard. You stay focused.

You keep doing it, you're gonna win,

you're gonna win, and that's

what I do. Done. Did it.

Another trophy for your mantel...

Try to relax, okay.

We're gonna get you something

for your pain, okay? Just relax.

Okay, I'm afraid Caylee is much sicker

than when we initially treated her.

Her sitophobia and body

dysmorphic disorder

have reached a point she could die

if she doesn't start eating.

I don't get it. She was cured

when we were here last year.

Why can't you treat her

with traditional means?

I'd have to run more tests to find out.

Why don't you just put her

in the damn chamber?

It's not an option, apparently.

Why? That's the reason why we came here.

Where the hell's the doctor?

He's supposed to be here.

Why won't he see her?

I understand. Listen, between us,

I'm working on a backup plan

and hoping Andover will get onboard.

Caylee's life may depend on it.

He needs to get his head out of his ass.

Listen, I'm gonna stay and help

with Caylee. You don't have...

maybe a clean shirt and a few vacancies?

- Yeah.

- Thanks.

I have done as you asked...

you promised me. You promised me.

Give me what I want.

Please. I need it.

Paige Peterson, addendum.

This afternoon, I just...

You have time for a bubble bath,

but not to talk to me?

I'm sorry. I just...

I don't understand what's going on here.

You and me both.

Things have been rather

trying around here lately.

I heard about Paige.

It was an accident.

- Right?

- No.

I was responsible for her, Sara.

I wanted to help her.

I wanted to help all of you.

You did help me.

You saved my life.

I saw the shooter.

The shooter?

No, that... that's never

happened before.

Prolonged aftershock, I know.

Osborn schooled me.

I think it's time for one more session.

Paige was just one more session.

Everything was just fine,

and then she somehow lost her way.

She lost me. I...

she was beyond my reach.

Sara, I nursed her for months.

She didn't require oxygen. She didn't need

life support. How's that possible?

I could tell.

I could see that she was still

suffering, that...

she was still terrified.

How did it end?

I simply closed her eyes.

And she was gone.

I really appreciate

your wanting to help.

I really do, but...

I just can't do this anymore.

So if you'll excuse me,

I have some things I need to do.

Do you know that Caylee is throwing up

whatever black stuff that is in your vial?

You'd know that if you

came out of your office.

And unfortunately, Dr. Andover,

I'm not leaving.

The Fear Clinic is open for business.

Nobody can find out about this,

or we're in deep sh*t.

Dang! F***! I hate that f***ing sh*t!

Well, that's Osborn's problem.

She can break it to the doc.

Son of a b*tch.

You stole millions of dollars

worth of power

juicing up illegal grow farms.

You mean to tell me this is a challenge?

You know what?

Your f***ing mama is a challenge.

Here's what I think. Why don't we just

get this son of a b*tch back upstairs,

and I'll piggyback the breakout box?

F*** no. Look, for one,

Andover destroyed the...

whatever power supply was up there.

You need to figure something out, and fast.

How much you say she was

cutting us a check for?

So much we'll never have

to work here again

or do anything that winds us

back in the joint.

Well, that's a good thing.

Ooh, sexy b*tches

Are my favorite kind of b*tches.

You dumb-ass. I hate that song.

I daisy-chain a couple,

three gennies together,

I can have this thing

up and running by dinnertime.

- Boom.

- I'll be back.

Yes.

Hey. Baby, listen.

They're gonna keep you here

overnight for observation.

Well, they're gonna make you better.

They're gonna fix you.

They're gonna do it

without that Fear Chamber.

No.

You have to get me in there,

no matter what it takes.

- You want to lose me?

- F*** no, I don't want to lose you.

God, I feel like I've already

lost too much of you. I...

All right.

All right, I'm gonna get you in there.

I'd do anything for you.

I like that.

Paige?

Where are we?

What happened to you?

In the chamber, what happened?

You thought you were building a box.

You built a door instead.

Door? What door?

A door for me.

Every time you put someone

in that thing...

it made more cracks,

so I peeked through

the cracks you made...

became a little easier to turn.

I won't let you through again.

Paige Peterson,

female,

age 26,

deceased.

This black substance

seems to induce

hallucinations upon contact, which...

leads me to believe

that it's some kind of...

phobic residue,

a fear waste, if you will.

Why hasn't it manifested itself

before now?

Caylee.

Caylee.

Caylee.

Show me.

Where?

I understand.

If that's what you want.

I am f***ing hungry.

How are you feeling? You hungry?

You know my mom's doing

that whole dinner thing tonight, right?

Yeah. I gotta eat something

before then, though.

We could just go grab something

somewhere close.

- What's up, buddy?

- Hey, hey. What's up, dude?

- I just saw you on the video.

- Oh, yeah? How'd my hair look?

I don't know.

You were wearing a helmet, stupid.

Oh, you're so...

It was so cool, though.

And when are you going

to teach me those awesome flips?

No way. Your sister would f***...

freaking kill me. Can't do that.

Hey, brat, you want a milkshake

over at Eli's?

Are you kidding? It's freezing.

Hey, come on. Don't be a wuss.

It's warm in there.

Come on. What do you say? Milkshake?

- Fine.

- Fine.

- Done deal.

- Done deal.

- Ooh. Come on.

- Let's go.

Sh*t, honey. Sorry about this.

Hate these damn things.

Always chewing up my wires.

Hey.

Know how you catch a unique squirrel?

Unique up on him.

Osborn, please come to the reception area

for patient intake. Osborn.

Mrs. Patton.

I'm Osborn, the head therapist here,

specializing in PTSD.

- So happy you could make it out.

- Of course.

Hi.

I'm Sara.

He hasn't spoken

since the shooting, I'm afraid.

Blake.

Why don't we get you in an exam room

and get you all settled in?

Bauer.

Till then, you want to have a seat?

I have to admit,

this is not what I expected.

Wasn't always like this.

You've been here before?

I came here after the incident myself.

Dr. Andover really helped me.

He cured me of my scotophobia.

I'm sorry. It's fear of the dark.

So why did you bring Blake here now?

Well, at night...

just for a few minutes, not every night,

it's like he sees something

and it really scares him.

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