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She continued, "I did a chart review, and I came across Sophie Everhart’s file. I noticed she wasn't on the approved list for my review, but her case stood out. I wanted to recheck her incision and the healing from her self-mutilation. Also, her gynecological injuries need monitoring. How do you want to handle this? Should I defer to Dr. Harris, Dr. James Blackwell, or would you prefer I take care of it?"

Tristan appreciated her concern and dedication. "Sophie's case is delicate. I'll need to check with Chris Skylar and Sophie herself. Ultimately, I'd like Sophie to choose whom she feels most comfortable with. Your initiative is commendable, Dana."

She nodded, understanding the sensitivity of the situation. "Thank you, Tristan. I'll be ready to assist in any way."

After Dana left, Tristan paged Chris Skylar and explained the situation. Chris agreed that allowing Sophie to choose was the best approach.

When she awakened, Tristan sat beside her, carefully considering his words. "Sophie," he began, his voice soft, "Dr. Riddell, our new physician, reviewed your chart. She wants to check on your incision, the scarring from the cuts, and your gynecological injuries. I want you to have a say in who handles this. Would you prefer Dr. Harris, James, or Dr. Riddell?"

Sophie turned to him, pressing her head against his forehead. She trembled slightly, but Tristan felt her resolve. "I... I think Dr. Riddell is fine," she whispered. "But can Chris be there with me?"

Tristan's heart swelled with pride. "Of course, Sophie. I'm so proud of you."

* * *

That evening,Tristan decided to create a moment of normalcy and joy for Sophie. And, if he was honest, himself. He took her to the patient kitchen, which he had stocked with ingredients to make chicken Florentine.

"Let's cook together," he suggested, his voice warm with encouragement.

Sophie looked at him. "Okay, that sounds nice."

They donned aprons and got to work, Tristan guiding Sophie through each step. As they cooked, the kitchen filled with the rich, comforting aroma of sautéed chicken, spinach, and a creamy sauce. Sophie’s face slowly lit up with smiles as she immersed herself in the activity, her anxiety easing.

"This is actually fun," she said, her voice lighter than it had been in weeks.

Tristan smiled, his heart soaring at the sight of her enjoying herself. "I'm glad you think so. I wanted you to experience something fun and normal. Once you're through with the exposure therapy sessions, I'm hoping you can come back home." He leaned in and placed a gentle kiss to her lips.

Sophie paused, her eyes meeting his. "I'd like that," she whispered, a hint of hope in her voice.

They finished cooking and sat down to enjoy their meal, the simple act of sharing food bringing a sense of comfort and connection. For a moment, the shadows of Sophie's trauma seemed to recede.

As they ate, Tristan's thoughts wandered to the future. Tonight was a small victory, but it was a significant one.

* * *

Over the next week,Sophie's exposure therapy continued. Each session delved deeper into the traumatic events she had endured, testing her resilience and courage.

The sessions took a toll on Sophie, leaving her physically and emotionally exhausted. But with each painful memory she confronted, she felt a small piece of her strength returning. The darkness that had once consumed her began to lift, replaced by a flicker of hope.

"You're the bravest person I know," Tristan told her one evening. His arms wrapped around her.

Monday’s session began with Chris saying, "Today, we'll talk about the day Dr. Parmor was killed. Can you describe what you remember?"

“He was so kind to me," she whispered, tears streaming down her face. "He didn't deserve to die like that. Murdered."

Chris nodded, his expression compassionate but focused. "You're doing great, Sophie. It's

important to let these memories out. You're safe here."

Sophie closed her eyes, a shudder passing through her. "I remember the sound of the gunshot. Dr. Parmor fell to the ground. There was chaos. I saw the blood... the brain matter, the smell; it was everywhere."

Chris nodded, his voice steady. "What were you feeling at that moment?"

"I was terrified," Sophie replied, her voice trembling. "I couldn't move. I was frozen."

Chris guided her through grounding techniques, helping her breathe deeply and focus on the present moment. After the session, Sophie was drained but managed to muster a small smile for Tristan, who reassured her with a tender touch and a chaste kiss.

On Tuesday, the focus was on Gene’s murder. Chris asked Sophie to recount the events, her voice cracking as she spoke.

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