Session One (Monday)
“Hello,” Dr. Quinzel said, “I am Dr. Harleen Quinzel. I’ll be your new psychiatrist.”
There was a pause.
“So, you’re the fresh meat?” Pamela asked.
Dr. Quinzel cleared her throat.
“Is it okay if I tape our sessions?” Dr. Quinzel asked.
“Do as you please, Doctor.”
Dr. Quinzel cleared her throat again. “Pamela Isley, also known as Poison Ivy.” She paused. “How would you like me to address you?”
“Dr. Isley is fine.”
Dr. Quinzel hummed. “So...Dr. Isley...how have you reacted to psychiatrists in the past?”
“I’m sure you read my file,” Pamela said, slowly.
“But I am asking you.”
“Something like this.”
Dr. Quinzel paused. “How are you mentally?”
“Average,” Pamela jabbed.
“Physically?” Dr. Quinzel asked.
Pamela paused. “Look at me. I’m wilting away.”
“How come?”
“I need sunlight. My cell has all sealed walls, no windows. I’m relying more on my human side more than ever.”
“Do you often rely on your human side?”
“It’s always there.”
“That’s not what I asked,” Dr. Quinzel stated.
“And that’s not something I want to tell,” Pamela responded.
Silence filled the room for several minutes.
“Any more questions, doc?” Pamela asked.
Dr. Quinzel paused. “Not at the moment. I’ll be back for our next session.”
