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Darren arrived at his office for 9am sharp. It was a Wednesday and this was the day he could see his Sarah. He couldn't wait, he swam an extra lap, just to make sure his ass would show shape in his jeans. 

The alcoholic had some substantial progress and Darren feigned interest for the hour. He allowed the man to just talk out his feelings, which, in most cases, allowed significant insight in the patient himself. Rather than refer to asking too much of something Darren already knew. 

Sarah was next and she wasn't in the waiting room. Darren started to panic, he called her cell and there was no answer. Fuck, he thought. And suicide clouded his mind, fuck. But the door opened and there was Sarah, makeup running from the tears from the night before. 

“Sarah, are you okay? What happened? I tried to call your cell but,...” She looked at him, and she couldn't hold back her tears. “It happened again. I just let it crumble again.” she wept. “What happened?” Darren must know, but he knew the answer. She was out partying last night and forgot to take her morning and night pills and she became too manic while at the party, but depressed as the high of communication was over. 

The Lithium was unable to balance the mood levels and she had an episode, staying up all night. “I just forgot my meds, I thought I put them in my purse but I must have misplaced them. I just, I just thought I could handle a night without them.” Darren knew she was still drunk, he could smell the bourbon on her breath. They sat in the office and Darren called the pharmacy and her prescription would be waiting for her after she left the office. “I think I should drive you to the pharmacy, you shouldn't be by yourself right now,” Darren said. He knew she would say yes, because he knew she cabbed to his office on her last 20 bucks and she needed him at this point. “Okay,” she said and Darren left his office early, with no appointments for the day anyways. They took the service elevator down to the garage and Sarah stumbled as she reached for the door handle. The BMW had heated seating. They sat together and Sarah could barely open her eyes. Darren looked over at her, he wanted to say “I love you” but she was asleep. He smirked and left the garage with a diamond ring waiting in the glove compartment.