Chapter 6
Robin didn’t like this with her sister. She was acting out, and she didn’t care for it.
Blake was making her depressed and angry, and she didn’t understand why she was doing this to her.
Putting her cell phone back on the table, she wanted to toss it across the room, but the telephone company had told her that if she were to break another one within the next year, she’d be dropped from their service and get no more phones from them.
She’d only broken about ten over the last five months and didn’t think they were giving her any due because she was depressed all the time.
There should be special plans for people like her who suffered so badly from depression.
“Not that anyone suffers as much as I do.” She looked around her office and wondered what possessed her to decorate it in such terrible colors. It was muted browns and gold with greens and yellows around to make the room seem like a fall day.
She hated fall with all its colorful leaves falling down.
She hated the Christmas season too, with all its white snow and cheerfully decorated homes.
Her doctor suggested that she put up a tree one year, and she didn’t do it.
Who wanted all that glad tidings around when you were depressed? She certainly didn’t.
“Mrs. Winters, there’s a phone call for you from the movers.
They’re saying that no one is home and they can’t get in.
” She told her butler to have them break down the door.
“I’m afraid that they can’t do that, madam.
There are laws that even the police would frown upon about breaking and entering. ” She took the call.
“Where is she?” The man she was talking to, whose name she never learned, said that he had no idea.
“I want you to find her and then move her things to the storage unit that I’ve set up.
I don’t have time to mess with her today.
I have to find me a doctor for my depression.
And this isn’t helping me feel better with having to do your job for you.
” He said that there was nothing he could do if she wasn’t home and that he wasn’t going to break down the door.
“I don’t know why not. I’m paying you enough money to do what I want. ”
“We’re not going to be breaking the law for you, no matter how much you pay us.
If she’s not home when we get here, then that means we can’t do our job.
” She hung up on the idiot and looked around for her butler.
Like the rest of the people in her house, she didn’t know his name either.
He seemed to be lurking behind the door when she yelled at him.
“Those stupid men aren’t doing what I want.
I thought you told me they were reliable.
” He said that he didn’t believe that anyone would break the law for her.
“I swear to you there should be special rules for people like me. I’m depressed, and they just don’t seem to understand the suffering that I go through. ”
“Yes, ma’am.” She thought that she heard a tone, but didn’t want to think about it right now.
More and more lately, people had been treating her differently, from her butler to her housekeeper.
She didn’t like it one bit. “Shall I try to call your sister again? Her work said that she’s off until the day after tomorrow due to her head and arm injuries. ”
“Yes. Call her. And if you get through, you bring the phone to me.” He just disappeared from the doorway, and she wanted to call him back.
She had other things that she was going to do, and it had to do with that stupid doctor Dresden.
“Where does he get off calling himself Dresden like the town? I didn’t give him permission to do that.
He should know that things like that are a trigger for me. ”
Robin had read about triggers from a book on depression that she’d gotten from the internet.
It also said that anything and everything could be a trigger and that she should make people aware of them when they bothered her.
She’d been doing that for years, and no one told her what they were called.
Now that she knew, she was going to use that word like it was her own.
Everything triggered her, and she hated that she had to explain to people that she was depressed all the time.
Getting up so that she could go out and see where her sister had gotten off to, Robin had nearly fallen over when she read the top line of the newspaper.
“Another Dresden billionaire has found his bride.” She read the first paragraph of the article while standing in the middle of the room.
It mentioned how Doctor Reagan Dresden, MD, had found his one true love in a woman called Blake Simon.
It said that they were married just this morning at the courthouse with all his family in attendance.
Sitting in her chair hard, she told herself that it was all a lie and that there was no one who would go against her so blatantly, like her own sister had.
Tossing the paper across the room, she was pissed off that the article was still where she could see it and wanted to toss it in the trash.
How dare her sister get married without her say so?
It was triggering her something terrible, and now she was going to have to go to the hospital.
Calling for an ambulance, she told them that she was suffering from depression badly and needed someone to come and get her.
The woman on the other end of the line asked her if she was suicidal or not, with a whole lot of other questions.
Not wanting to answer some of them, she told the woman that she was depressed and didn’t have time to answer all of that.
Just come and get her before dinner, as she was going to have a nice feast for her supper.
Hanging up on the woman on the phone, she told herself that they’d come.
She went up to her room to get dressed in her best clothing.
Putting on a little lipstick when she was dressed, she was coming down the stairs when the ambulance pulled up in front of her house.
She waited just long enough to not answer so that the neighbors could see that she was off to the hospital again because she was depressed.
It would prove to them that it was a real disease and not something that she made up.
They didn’t move fast enough for her when they got into the house.
They did take her blood pressure and told her that it was fine.
A good place for a woman her age. She might have taken offense to that, but she wasn’t going to get combative with them.
They said she could walk to the hospital if she did that again.
Waiting on them to call the hospital to see if they were ready with a bed, she told them that she wanted the best they had, as anything less would cause her triggers to go off again, and she’d be in deeper depression than she was right now.
As soon as the ambulance doors closed with her inside, she leaned back on the bed and wondered what Blake would say now that she had caused her to go into the hospital.
“You can bet that my sister has never gone to the hospital before with her little bit of depression.” The man in the ambulance with her said that depression was a killer among people who didn’t get the care that they needed.
“I know that. I have a doctor who was seeing me five times a week because of how depressed I get.”
“That many times a week?” She said that he thought it was too much for even two days a week she was going now, but she’d told him that, being as depressed as she was, it was her right to see him as many times as it took. “So you bullied him into seeing you more? That doesn’t sound right?”
“You just do your job, and I’ll lie here and wait for my sister to find out where I am. She’ll call off that sham of a wedding in no time, and her husband will just have to suffer.” She asked him if he knew a doctor by the name Dresden. “Just like the town that we all live in, can you believe it?”
“There are two doctors named Dresden who come to the hospital. Is one of them your doctor?” She told him to be serious.
Did she look like she needed a country doctor?
“I didn’t know what you needed. I know that they’re both good doctors and that they have a good practice.
My mother went to see the older Dresden, and she just loved him. I guess he’s retiring now.”
“I could care less. The younger one, I would imagine, married my sister this morning.” He said that he’d read that in the paper that Reagan had gotten married.
“I’ll not believe it until they can prove that they’re married, and even then, I’m not going to believe that she’d stoop so low as to marry someone when I told her not to. Especially not that jerk Dresden.”
“Reagan is a good man. He’s someone that you can depend on, too, when you need someone in your corner.
” He took her blood pressure again, and she could swear that he did it wrong; her arm hurt her when he was finished.
“You’re just fine. As soon as we get you to the hospital, we’ll be dropping you off for another run. ”
“You’ll do what you’re told, or I’ll report you to the board.
” He didn’t say anything more to her, and that depressed her even more.
Just as she was getting ready to use her purse on him to get him to talk to her, they were pulling up in front of the ambulance entrance to the hospital.
She was never so happy to see those doors as she was at that time.
She was pulled out and dropped slightly to the ground.
Just enough to make her scared they were going to drop her right then and there.
“Watch what you’re doing, or I’ll be reporting you all to your bosses.
Now, be gentle with me as I suffer from the worst kind of depression there is. ”