"Let's do the hypnosis," I told the doctor.
Henry gripped my hand with both of his, his head snapping to me.
I got out of his hold and put my arm around his neck to pull him closer.
"Every time I relax, I see his memories. It will happen one way or another, and I feel safer going down memory lane when you are here." I whispered in his ear.
It was true, and I knew that these memories would come anyway. And there was still the small chance that the faster I got it over with, the faster I would be rid of the giant.
Henry seemed reluctant, but he nodded, showing he understood.
Dr. Lawrence watched us, nodding as well.
"Good. Henry, please take a seat somewhere else."
Henry looked at me until I smiled at him. Only then did he stand up and walk to the door again, where he had a good view of both of us, leaning against it with crossed arms, ready to act if something went wrong.
"Lie down comfortably. We will try a different approach today." The blond doctor advised, addressing me.
