Larry watched as Kari made her way back into his small entry level office. Her mannerisms to him and short acknowledgements only reassured him that this was a combustible relationship. She wasn’t shy, she was scared shitless. The question was, is she scared of Nate or of the future she chose. Larry had been around and seen more than his share of this type of thing. Some ended.. Some ended not so well. He knew immediately with the sharp answers he received from Nate that he is a troubled man..A soldier, who cant’ and wont, release his feelings, his anger is all we can see, and he can’t erase the horrible memories that will haunt him for the rest of his life. And here caught in the middle of it all was a gorgeous young girl just lying in wait for what? For this bottled up soul of nitroglycerine to finally explode, and kill everything around it.<br/><br/>Dr Hess made it to his main office down the hall, still shaking his head to all the negative thoughts of the inevitable. He tried unsurely  to pull up any existing files of Nathan Daniels, on his main computer. All he was getting was the spinning hourglass and then a flashing red message<br/>THESE FILES ARE CONFIDENTIAL AND PASSWORD PROTECTED followed by the whole bit about a hand written request etc.. Larry closed the page, not in disgust just frustration more than anything.<br/><br/>Larry knew either with or without Nates approval, hopefully with, he would have to send a letter of intent in order to be allowed to see some or all of Nate’s history and medical records. He wasn’t going to be able to do much of anything until he was able to see at least the medications if any that Nate had been prescribed, and if he was even taking them. That was a main concern for any PTSD patient, there is no cure all or a pill to make it go away completely. Larry dug through his massive mahogany desk drawer for a privacy release consent form and pulled it from the folder. Kicking the drawer shut gently with his shoe, and walking back down the hallway to the awaiting Nate and Kari.<br/><br/>Dr Hess walked back with the form rolled up in his hand, tapping it against his leg. He saw Kari sitting there next to him, comforting Nate. Both her arms wrapped around his left arm as if she just hoisted back into his chair. Nate looked bad, a noticeable scowl, his hollow eyes staring through Dr. Hess. Beads of hot sweat formed on the wrinkles of his eye brows, a torn swatch of clothing wrapped on his other arm and tied like a makeshift tourniquet. Kari sitting there holding his arm tight. Her sunken blue eyes beckoning to the doctor.<em>Please help us. We need help. Please.</em><br/><br/>“Sorry bout that. I tried to see what meds they have you on..If any." He looked to Nate, not really expecting an answer just wanting to see a reaction. “ Are you taking anything Nate? I mean like on a regular basis? Anti-depressants? Pain killers?" Dr Hess shrugged his shoulders. “ Anything like that?” Again Larry sat on the corner of the metal desk, just feet away from the two. Kari’s eyes shot back to Nate to see if he was going to answer or if she would be allowed to speak, privileged,the one to do the talking. The room was eerily silent momentarily.  “Are you working anywhere? Either of you work?" The room still quiet only broken with Dr. Hess’s voice. He laid the rolled form on the desk and all three watched as the paper slowly uncoiled. Dr. Hess pulled a ball point pen from his pocket. " When you get a second, I need you to sign this Nate. It's just a consent form to allow me to see your records..So I can help you better." He looked back to Kari. "Both of you ..So I can help all of us."<br/>