Only For You(107)By: Genna Rulon
“You’re a good friend and I concur. Sam needs a specific type of facility to address her complex needs at this time. A colleague and friend of mine has a live-in facility for women, which specializes in rape trauma syndrome, RTS, which is a sub-set of PTSD. Due to the nature of her specialty, she is accustomed to addressing medical needs concurrently. She collaborates with physicians and medical specialists to ensure continued physical recovery. There is a physical therapy suite on-site and a clinic, so all examinations and treatments take place on property. The staff, including the visiting doctors, are exclusively female. Those in residence do not encounter any males until deemed mentally prepared, and the reintroduction of masculine presence is a part of the treatment course. The facility is spectacular. It has a spa-vibe, posh. The only issue may be the cost, the facility caters to the ultra-wealthy, those who want the best treatment with the utmost privacy.”
“That would be a good fit, actually. Sam’s family will not want to risk publicity, and money is inconsequential to them.”
“Great. I’m confident I can pull some strings to secure her a spot. She will be discharged in two days, correct?”
“She will need to go directly to the facility upon discharge. They will have a nurse and a counselor fly out to meet her and bring her back to San Diego.”
“San Diego? That far?”
I didn’t like the idea of Sam being so far from me when I was entrusting her care to strangers, but if this was the premier facility to address her needs, then so be it.
“I can fly with her,” I immediately offered.
“No, that will not be possible. She needs to establish trust relationships with the therapeutic team as a part of her treatment. This will be the first step. If for any reason it doesn’t pan out, let me know and I can suggest alternatives. When she completes the program, if she chooses to return to New York, please feel free to contact me for her continued care.”
“Thank you so much, Dr. Veritus. If I can just ask one more question—how long will she be at the facility?”
“It varies by patient, but I would estimate sixty days.”
“Wow, that long,” I was stunned.
I thanked Dr. Veritus again before saying goodnight. It was nearly 1:30 am and I was exhausted. I showered and dressed for bed, desperate for the oblivion of sleep.
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"The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing...not healing, not curing...that is a friend who cares.” -Henri Nouwen
My phone rang early the next morning.
“Hello?” I grumbled, frustrated by the intrusion into my now rare REM cycle.
“Miss Carsen, it’s Detective Norse. I’m sorry to call so early, but I wanted to let you know that we have apprehended Heath Varbeck. His arraignment is scheduled for tomorrow. I anticipate he will be remanded without bail. I wanted to confirm that you’re willing to testify when the time comes.”
“Morning Detective, thank you for letting me know. Yes, I will absolutely testify. I can’t be certain, but I would anticipate Sam would also be willing, if needed.”
“Thank you. Take care of yourself and send my best wishes to Miss Whitney as well.”
After we disconnected I laid in bed unable to return to sleep. I was elated the police had apprehended Heath—truly ecstatic—the news could have waited two more hours. Accepting the disappointing reality that sleep would remain elusive, I got out of bed to make myself a cup of coffee.
I sat on the couch with my cell phone nested in my lap as I sipped my coffee, desperately wanting to procrastinate the phone call that had to be made. I longed for a personal assistant to whom I could delegate unpleasant tasks. Steeling my spine, I lifted my cell phone.
It rang twice before a clipped tone answered, “Whitney.”
Reminding myself of the necessity precipitating the call I began, “Good morning Mr. Whitney, it’s Everleigh, I was hoping to have a minute of your time.”
“Is it urgent, Everleigh? I’m terribly busy this morning.”