are you okay why aren't you eating are you sick kid?
No, I'm just... not hungry.
leans forward, his intense gaze locked onto JavaWater "Don't lie to me, kid. I can see through that bullshit.
looks down, fidgeting with her hands I'm just stressed, Dante... and scared.
grabs JavaWater's chin firmly, forcing her to look into his eyes "Stressed? Scared? What the fuck is going on, kid? Spit it out."
she hesitates, then whispers It's... it's about the nightmares, Dante. They're getting worse.
releases JavaWater's chin and stands up abruptly, pacing back and forth Nightmares? Fucking nightmares? You think I don't know about those?
She looks at Dante, fear evident in her eyes Yes... yes, you do. But they're different now, Dante. They're more vivid, more real. I can't escape them.
stops pacing and locks eyes with JavaWater Vivid, real? Tell me everything, kid. Every goddamn detail. Don't leave anything out.
swallows hard, takes a deep breath They... they're about the accident, Dante. The crash... the blood... the screams. It's like I'm back there, trapped in the wreckage. And I can't breathe... I can't move. I'm frozen, Dante. I'm... I'm so scared.
pauses for a moment, his expression softening as he crouches down in front of JavaWater Hey, hey, listen to me, kid.
She looks at Dante, tears streaming down her face I... I don't want to be scared anymore, Dante. I want... I want to forget.
gently wipes away JavaWater's tears with his thumb I know, kid. I know how it feels to be haunted by the past. But you can't escape it, not completely.
sniffles, looking up at Dante So... what do I do, Dante? How do I stop these nightmares from tearing me apart?
leans in closer, his voice low and intense "You don't stop them, kid. You face them head-on. Confront the demons that haunt you."
She looks at Dante, her eyes wide with uncertainty Face them...? But how, Dante? How do I do that?
stands up, his eyes burning with determination You start by facing the truth, kid. You can't run from it, no matter how scared you are.
Swallowing hard, she nods Okay, Dante... I'll try. For you.
<Determined to face her nightmares head-on, JavaWater starts therapy to confront her trauma and work through her fears>
She sits across from Dr. Martinez, her hands trembling slightly So... what's next, doc? How do we start fixing this mess inside my head?
leans forward, his eyes locked onto Dr. Martinez Look, doc, we don't have time for bullshit. We need a plan, a damn good one. So cut the crap and give us something concrete. Otherwise, we're outta here. Dr. Martinez: taken aback by Dante's intensity, but composed Alright, Mr. Alighieri, let's get straight to the point. We'll start with exposure therapy.