Addiction Class III:
Most forms of psychotherapy use only spoken conversation, though some also use various other forms of communication such as the written word, artwork, drama, narrative story, or therapeutic touch. Psychotherapy occurs within a structured encounter between a trained therapist and client(s). Purposeful, theoretically based psychotherapy began in the 19th century with psychoanalysis; since then, scores of other approaches have been developed and continue to be created. Therapy is generally used to respond to a variety or specific or non-specific manifestations of clinically diagnosable crises. Treatment of everyday problems is more often referred to as counseling (a distinction originally adopted by Carl Rogers) but the term is sometimes used interchangeably with "psychotherapy". Psychotherapeutic interventions are often designed to treat the patient in the medical model, although not all psychotherapeutic approaches follow the model of "illness/cure". Some practitioners, such as humanistic schools, see themselves in an educational or helper role. Because sensitive topics are often discussed during psychotherapy, therapists are expected, and usually legally bound, to respect client or patient confidentiality.
In the kitchen the next morning, Yasmine was grinding up some herbs. She had picked them over the weekend and left them in the fringe for three days straight. Syd was watching her at the table. “So what exactly is this suppose to do again?” he asked his colleague. Yas looked up at him and smiled. “It’s a ground poison,” she replied. “All I have to do is slip this into Kate’s drinks and the powder will slowly kill the baby.” Sydney was pasting the knowledge together bit by bit. “So,” he spoke up. “You slip this natural powder in Kate’s drinks, yeah?” “Correct!” Yasmine told him. “How particularly does this aid in our mission?” her former boss challenged. The hunter smiled at him boldly. “The powder is odorless, tasteless, and colorless,” she explained. “I picked these while Steven and I were out on a picnic last weekend. *She ignores when Syd rolls his eyes (He still doesn’t like Steven so much.)* What I did was, I froze them for three days to let the poison develop in the leaves. So now, I am grinding the herbs into a nice fine powder.” “And how does the poison kill the fetus?” Syd challenged again. Yas smiled at that question. This was where the fun was. “This,” she spoke up in pride. “Will destroy the blood cells in the baby’s body and slowly eat up the tissue in the developing organs. That way it looks like a miscarriage and the fetus will be born a stillbirth.” Syd was grinning at those words. “Excellent!” he called. “But we must be careful!” Yasmine warned sharply. Her former boss looked at her oddly. “Why is that?” he asked. “We don’t want to kill the mother as well!” the hunter replied in strength. Syd just shrugged. “Fine!” he called. “We’ll be careful!” Yas smiled. “Good!” she said. “Now, Kate is having breakfast now, so…” “Slip into her orange juice!” Syd finished. Yasmine smiled. “I prepared some of the powder last night in a bag,” she replied. “It’s in the fringe on the top shelf!” “Got ya!” Syd called. Then, he got up from the table, opened the fringe, retrieved the bag, and headed out the door. Yasmine walked him do so. “Don’t fail us, Syd!” she thought. Then, the hunter put away the latest batch and got started on the new set.
At Central Headquarters, Edward was giving Benji a tour of the place. Winry begged her to show her “friend” around the place. The boys seemed to be getting along very well. Benji found that he didn’t have to lie at all. He was surprised to find that Ed believed him on just being friends with Winry. And for Benji’s sake, he hoped that he could keep the peace that way. (So much for that little light of hope in a minute!) The boys were still touring around the building in the main hall when Fuery came rushing up to them. He stopped and panted hard to catch his breath. Edward looked at him confused. “Sergeant?” he asked. “What are you doing here?” Fuery looked up at him when he got his breath back. “Edward, I’m so glad I found you!” he called. This was strange. Both boys waited for why. Benji looked really nervous. He knew what was coming next!
Kain reached into his pockets and pulled out slips of paper. “There are five anonymous slips reporting you to Dr. Howard’s class for sex addiction!” the sergeant. Edward was shocked at first. Sex addiction? He didn’t have that! Sure, he had problems, but that wasn’t that! Who would accuse him of such a thing? But then, he put two and two together once he figured out whom. Anger shot up in him like a wild oats after a heavy rain. “BENJI!!!!” he yelled out. He looked around like he wanted to kill him. The other guy was nowhere in sight. Edward ran off to chase Winry’s “friend” down to beat the crap out of him. *Sweat drop on Fuery’s head* “Don’t forget about the class…” he said in a small voice to the major. Fuery just sighed to himself.
Edward ran all the way past Dr. Howard’s classroom. The doc stuck her head out of the doorway. “Mr. Elric!” she called out. The alchemist stopped cold in his tracks. He turned his head slowly. Wendee was smiling sweetly at him. “I was wondering if you coming or not,” she said. “Come and join us!” Ed found himself trapped. He couldn’t just run away from her now. She and the rest of Mustang’s fellow dogs would hunt him down like a deer in the woods. Ed didn’t want to deal with the trouble that would follow afterwards if he chose to keep running after Benji. “Damn you, Benji!” he thought. “I’m going to kill you later!” Then, Edward his whole body to Dr. Howard and followed her inside.
When he made it inside, the situation turned grimmer. Edward looked around to see Mike, Nathan, Alli, Tina, and Doug. *Sweat drop on the boy’s head* “He’s got to be kidding me!” the alchemist thought. He sat in the classroom near the door in on the front row. Dr. Howard walked in smiling. “Morning class!” she called. “Morning!” everyone grumbled. The doc kept smiling. “Come on, now!” she called. “You guys can be more cheerful than that! Now, morning class!” “Morning!” everyone grumbled again. Wendee sighed. “Oh well,” she said. “We’ll work on that later!” Then, the class began. Edward was out in la-la land when something in the hall caught his attention. Benji was peeking in through the glass in the door. Anger shot up in the alchemist again. “BENJI!!!” he yelled out. Then, Ed rose up from his seat and ran after the nerdy mechanic. Benji’s eyes grew big in fear. He began running away in terror. Edward ran right out of the classroom after him. “BENJI!!! WAIT UNTIL I GET MY HANDS ON YOU! YOU’RE DEAD!!!” Ed yelled out. “Mr. Elric!” Dr. Howard yelled out. “Come back to class!” Edward didn’t listen. He was chasing Benji down like a mad dog. This chase went on until Benji tripped and fell in front of the Central building. Ed took no mercy pounding on him.