Try to offer solutions

"We could fake it."

"Every session needs to be recorded. Otherwise I'm breaking contract."

Shit.

"We could just, not do it?"

"and what, you'll die and I'll lose my job."

You feel trapped.

"No. We just have to do it, and get through it" she says, wiping her eyes on her blouse sleeve.

"I'm sorry, Madeline."

"Let's just go." she says, unlocking the door.

She opens the door and helps you into your wheelchair.

"Show face" she says, moving her hand over her face. She smiles again.

You look ahead as she pushes you. You're a little scared to look behind.

As you enter, you see a lot of your coworkers. They crowd around you. In this space, you just can't care. The phrases of "are you okay?" "what happened to you?" and "John?" just repeat endlessly as you move your mind to another place. You murmur "I'm fine" as they make jokes. The crowd clears out as the boss himself leads you to your office.

"We had to make some modifications."

There's not only another desk moved in here, but a bed, a camera, and privacy curtains that fully block the windows.

"Don't be too loud, you two, I don't want the others to get jealous."

He smirks and waits for either of you to laugh.

"It's a serious medical issue." you say.

He rolls his eyes and leaves, shutting the door.

You feel your heart begin to beat more rapidly.

"Madeline, it's happening."

She turns the camera on.

"Let's get this over with."