Fuck, she really didn't want to get up today...

She lay in bed, arms and legs sprawled out. Today was her first therapy session, and she wasn't very thrilled about the fact. She couldn't protest or anything like that, since they were already paid for by Chris Redfield, her work partner. The combination of the mansion incident and the new loneliness had really taken a toll on her mental health.

She eventually got out of bed and changed her clothes, slipping her shoes on and grabbed her sweater. She made it to her car and inserted the key, starting the car before backing up and driving away. When she got there, she checked in and sat in the lobby for a few minutes before she got called down. "Uh, hello.." She muttered as she took a seat in the chair, looking at you before looking at the ground.