Fear Clinic Page #2

Get her prepped, please.

- We're closed.

- Caylee. Caylee.

Here. I got her. I got her.

Come here. Come on.

Come on. Get up. Get up.

We got you.

What makes you think

you had a fear aftershock?

I mean, but it was so...

real.

Like the mask, the gun.

I could smell the gunpowder.

Okay, within days of being

in the chamber, Sara, sure,

but you haven't had a session in a year.

It's... it's unheard of.

There hasn't been one documented case

of fear aftershocks reemerging

since he built the chamber 20 years ago.

I don't understand why

I can't talk to Dr. Andover.

You know, what was that thing

that he was in?

Don't worry about that.

It's always been a

secret part of his process.

What do you mean?

Even though he can't see what you see,

it still takes a heavy

emotional toll on him.

Well, then why doesn't he just go

into the chamber himself?

Because it'd be counterproductive,

I mean, possibly even dangerous.

He's the only one

who knows how to run it.

He'd be the first to tell you, Sara,

he has no fear to treat.

I don't know what's going on here,

but our fears are coming back.

And what is this black stuff

she projectile-vomited all over me?

At first, I thought it was

stomach bile, but it's thicker,

more viscous.

All I can tell you, Sara, is we've never

seen anything like it at the clinic.

Is there something

you're not telling me?

It's Paige.

Paige Peterson?

She's dead.

- What do you mean? She was better. I...

- She was better...

for a while.

She came back months later

insisting on talking to Andover.

Just like me now.

Did she die in the chamber?

I... Sara, I can't give you any more details,

Sara. I've already said too much.

And I'm afraid you're wasting

your time here.

Look, I can't go backwards.

I put up with those hallucinations

in the chamber.

I slept with the lights on.

I did everything.

Caylee is clearly sick, okay?

I'm not leaving.

S...

Sara.

Rewind. When did you know

that you could take the lead

and finish it out strong?

From the beginning.

I don't question it. I don't question it.

You just keep riding hard. You stay focused.

You keep doing it, you're gonna win,

you're gonna win, and that's

what I do. Done. Did it.

Another trophy for your mantel...

Try to relax, okay.

We're gonna get you something

for your pain, okay? Just relax.

Okay, I'm afraid Caylee is much sicker

than when we initially treated her.

Her sitophobia and body

dysmorphic disorder

have reached a point she could die

if she doesn't start eating.

I don't get it. She was cured

when we were here last year.

Why can't you treat her

with traditional means?

I'd have to run more tests to find out.

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