escape

I'm heading to my favorite cafe in Mossy rock, Washington before work to get coffee. I woke up early and couldn't fall back asleep, so I decided to head to Lemontree Cafe, which has the best caramel espresso macchiatos I have ever tasted. I switched one girl hours so now I'm working this week and off the next. Which worked out perfectly because I'm doing some renovations to my house, I just bought two weeks ago. It's one of those flip houses but once I'm done it will be back to its former glory.

I love working in the hospital, especially with the kids at Seattle Childrens. Thats right I'm pediatric

surgeon as well for adults. It always brightens my day when I can help a worried parent and heal their child. But I love renovating houses, even if I am using lots of YouTube videos to figure out how to do it. I'm making great progress and I think I'll have my house finished up in a few weeks.

But I don't think I want to be at work a little over an hour early, that's a bit overkill. I have to work a 16-hour shift but hey I'm looking forward to that week off and I can spend it with my boyfriend. I feel bad I haven't been able to spend much time with him, I've been busy working, doing surgeries as well as check-ups. I haven't had a day off in a while and it's starting to wear on.

I head up to the counter and order a caramel macchiato and a side of bacon. What? It sounds good, I'm a carnivore. I can't do the whole veggie diet; it makes me sick. Literally, it makes me sick. I've tried it but it messes up my blood sugar for some reason. When I tried the vegetarian diet, I was in a coma. I am one of the people that the vegetarian diet makes my blood sugar drop. We still haven't discovered the reason, all the tests I've done come up negative.

I go to sit at a table as I wait for the server to bring the food out. I pull out a book I've been reading, I haven't got very far because of all the hours I work. So, while I have this open stretch of time, I'll do a little reading. The book I'm reading is one of my favorite genres, supernatural, so yeah werewolves and vampires.

"Caroline, you had the Coffee and bacon, right?" the server asks, pulling me out of the story. I close my book, placing the bookmark in between the pages.

"That's me . . . oh this looks good, thank you." I say, I'm a regular, so everyone knows me. I take a drink of my coffee and close my eyes savoring the taste of the caramel.

I'm just getting to work and noticing a big crowd in the front door. It looks like Dr. Merci is here, the visiting doctor from the London. I'm not impressed but then again big titles don't impress me. I roll my eyes at the large crowd of chattering nurses and make my way to the stairs, heading to the third floor. "Hey wait up!" I hear a deep baritone and I turn my head to see who said it and I see a man in a white doctor's coat running up to me; I haven't seen him before so I'm guessing he's dr. merci but then again, it's not a small hospital. I stop and turn to face him, waiting to see what he needs. Luckily, I don't need to clock in yet, I'm fifteen minutes early.

"Yes?" I ask, still trying to be professional, but I really don't want to get mixed up in all the media. It's bad enough that I'm one of the top neurosurgeons in the state. So, it's like I'm constantly followed by the press, so I really don't want to draw their attention on me. I don't want popularity, nor do I need it.

Because unlike some doctors I care about the patients more than I care about my status. but yet I can't deny he is cuter than I thought he would be.

"You're that new doctor that graduated top of her class, with a master's degree a few months back, right?" he asks in a gruff voice as he looks at me in awe. Probably because I'm only twenty-four years old, like I said I don't need any more publicity than what I already have. It is bad enough that he probably heard about me all the way into the London, granting this is actually dr. merci. "And by your facial expression I'll take that as a yes, however it seems we agree on something, we both don't like being popular," he pauses thinking about something. He now has my interest because I can smell a lie a mile away, and it seems he is telling the truth. "It seems that just because I'm from the London that people seem to think that I'm one of those doctors that is more like a model than a doctor because of that one photo at the gala or one of those doctors that cares more about his status than his patients."

I just happened to be taking a drink of my coffee as he said that right as I was trying to swallow, causing me to choke. He looked at me concerned and took a step as if to help, so I choked out "I'm fine, I just need to remember to swallow before I can laugh." finally sure I can talk fully again I say "sorry about that, I have my fair share of people telling me what they think I want to hear. One thing you'll find about me is I'm not a respecter of big titles. For the record I don't think you'll be living down the model thing for a while, the only reason I know about it is because my roommate back in college was obsessed with pop culture and thought I needed to know it too. but until you mentioned it, I wasn't sure if you were him or not. all I knew was, you were coming sometime this week." I motion for him to walk up with me as we continue talking. I don't know why but it feels easy talking to him. like there's someone who understands what's it's like to be in the role I'm in. honestly, I think the popularity he has right at the moment is because he's from London. what I mean by that is the people in the crowd I went by was mostly women. (Not that it means anything like that, it's just my educated guess.) I finally manage to add when he gives me an odd look as we reach the door that is labeled stairs. A look that I recognized but not sure where from.

I turn as I say "what?" He shakes his head not answering, then I see he's not really paying attention to what I said but he's staring at my arm and it's as if he's trying to control something I'm not sure of yet. as he hangs back a heavy dread fills me, knowing what he will ask even before he says a single word.

"It looks like there is a scar on your body. May I ask where it came from? his voice taking on a deeper edge, I almost forget how he worded the question. I laugh nervously for a new reason.

"Uh werewolf vibes much? Yeesh, i got it trying to save my mother from my abusive stepfather." knowing that the hospital will try to interfere, and their efforts will only make matters worse. after realizing that I said all of that to a total stranger my cheeks go a bright red and I turn to hurry up the stairs.

He seems shocked to silence by my proclamation, I keep walking wondering where all that came from, I hate reliving my mother's death, because though I dived in the way, it didn't save her for long. I take a deep breath and let it out trying to ease my nerves.

Reaching the third floor, I open the door. The man himself on the stretcher is talking to the paramedics, and I can see him being treated for a few major cuts. When his eyes latch on mine, I can't help it my eyes widen, and I quickly retreat back into the stairwell. Putting my back to the door, after I close it.

It takes all my willpower to keep my breathing normal and I close my eyes and try counting backwards from three. Dr. Merci seems to notice my panic because he looks out the small window in the door and sees Philp, I can tell because something that resembles a growl erupts from him.

"I'm guessing this isn't the typical hiding from your ex, it's something more, right?" he asks, drifting his gaze back to meet mine and there's an intensity that makes me want to tell him everything, but the phrase makes me glance back to see he is still there. I look away quickly.

Even though I tried to keep from saying this, the words slipped out of my mouth "yeah, I try to make a habit of dating people over the age of thirty. I really try to stay away from people over forty going on sixty. Nope, not my style." yeah, I tend to be a smart mouth in times of panic. I heard Dr. Merci chuckle quietly. I thought Philip was in jail. No, I know he was in jail. I spent my last dime to get a good lawyer to make sure of it. That is when I turned 18 and was no longer in a foster home.

He must have gotten into a fight again. That's the only thing that can explain things– no! It can't be today. I fumble around in my pocket for my phone, my hands sweating as I checked the date to find it saying it's November seventh. The day Philip gets out of jail. I also see I have seven minutes until I have to clock in work. "Well, this day gets better and better. Well, I'm going to run into him eventually, mines well get the pleasantries over with so I can ignore him when he's on the street later," I see him look at me oddly as he takes a step back "plus I only have seven minutes to clock in before I'm considered on time." he laughs

I take a deep breath and walk out the door and just walk straight to my office while chanting like a mantra. I'm not ten years old anymore. I'm not ten years old anymore.

I make it four steps out when I hear my stepfathers strained voice "Carri is that you? – nurse I don't care, she's one of the best surgeons I want Carri to take me on." I stop and turn around and head to where they are sitting.

I tell them that I'm going to clock in and that I'll be back to check up on it. The nurse tells me to head to room 409. I nod not really speaking much to Philip, I'll have enough time to talk to him when I get up to his room. On my way to his room from clocking in and telling Dr. Merci that I will be okay, I ask for Philip's file from the nurse and look it over silently nodding my head as I calculate how to go about this. I am not sure how well this is going to go, but I have to try. His X-ray showed some minor fractures, and it looks like he has bleeding on the brain. But I need to order a few more tests before I can jump into surgery to fix it, or at least comfortably do it. I didn't make it here by being reckless. But I need to act fast with these orders, so the problem doesn't get worse. I don't want to risk him getting an infection from surgery for nothing.

I walk into the room to see him now on a hospital bed looking paler in the fluorescent lighting. his eyes look sunken in with hard times. his dark eyes focusing on me intently, as if trying to decide how to say something to me.

"I'm sorry." he says the words in a rush, I never thought I'd hear him say those words in my lifetime or the next. I suddenly feel trapped as if I felt like the walls were closing in on me, like the ceiling is crashing down on me. "Please excuse me." I whisper barely able to get the words out as I try to keep from showing just how much the words affected me. I run out of the room and quickly talk to the nurse telling her that I'm not a good fit for Philip and that he needs a different doctor to look after him. that if they needed me for anything I would help but I wouldn't be the signing physician, I would offer my advice, he wouldn't know I was helping really, it would be like a silent partner type of thing. at least that is what I keep telling myself.

I hurry to my office and close the door behind me, sinking down to the floor once it is closed completely. I was not ready to face the man that killed my mother and the man that almost killed me. It was surprising he even got out of jail, but it has been a pretty bad year for me. it started right after I moved here, i met a guy at a bar and after he tried to spike my drink and get it to look like I was too drunk. I made a spectacle out of it and ruined his carrier he told me as I clung to the table already a little dizzy from the drink. he told me that he would find me and and when he did, I would regret everything I did. That is the partial reason I'm back in Seattle. when that happened, I was in Georgia.

I tried to get my breathing under control, but it was hard. I wasn't expecting to see my abusive stepfather. I know that since I'm a doctor I should be able to control my emotions and put my personal issues aside, but I can't, seeing him has brought back memories of all the pain I've endured over the years. it physically hurts to see him to be reminded of what he did. my breathing comes in quick gasps as I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to block out the memories that haunt my dreams at night. tears line my vision as the panic continues, and I struggle to get control of my breathing. if it continues like this I will pass out from lack of oxygen.

A knock on the door alerts me that there is someone wanting to talk to me. the knock startling me makes it to where I take in a shocked breath, I stand up wiping my face and the open the door to only to find Dr. Merci standing on the other side of the threshold.

I debate on whether I should just slam the door shut or if I should let him in. He raises an eyebrow obviously wondering if I am going to let him in, having made up my mind I sigh and step back letting him in.

"So, want to tell me why Philip is being transferred to me?" he asks as soon as he enters my office. I look anywhere but at him as I motion for him to sit down as I take the chair behind my desk.

Thankful that he didn't ask if I'm alright. I get the file for him to look at and tell him what I've already got so far. "Based on what I'm seeing I cannot tell you what we need to work on first. it looks like a brain bleed, but the scan is not the clearest one I've read so it may just be an affect from that."

He nodded "I agree. Okay, now I really need to ask, are you okay? You don't look so good." he says, and his honey-colored eyes fill with concern as he scans my face as if trying to figure out why I look like a hot mess.

"Gee thanks, and here I thought I was going to get out of that question." I laugh nervously "no, I'm fine." But the truth is I'm far from fine, I never thought I'd have to see Philip again but then again, I never thought I'd be back here in Seattle. I never wanted to come back, I wanted to move as far away from here as possible, but for some unknown reason my brain keeps telling me this is where I need to be.

I moved to Georgia after I graduated high school and went to college there. I needed to get out of Washington, get away from all the people. sadly, my aunt moved there my last year of schooling, so I had to leave Georgia, me and her do not get along at all. it got even worse after mom was killed; my aunt blamed me for it. saying that I should have told someone sooner, as if the thought hadn't already crossed my mind eighteen-thousand times, as if I didn't already blame myself. I mean for crying out loud I was only ten when I found out, when he cut my arm, the doctors said that had my mom not pulled me away in time he would have cut the artery and I would have bled out.

"I don't believe you." he says with enough authority that makes me jerk my head up to meet his eyes. also, at the same time I realize I had zoned out and I lock eyes with him and it's hard not to look away. I want to look away desperately, but I don't want him to fight me with this. Eventually having figured out that we are both not going to back down, and that each moment we waste in a stare off is another moment Philip's health can decline. also wondering why, the unspoken staring contest was about.

I wheel my chair back as I sigh, fishing through my desk drawer pulling out a bag of candy. he gives me an amused look, taking out a piece of candy for myself I tell him "You're going to want this, it's a long story. To answer your question, no, I'm not fine. I thought I could put my emotions aside and deal with this the normal way. but all he had to say was two little words and I went running out the door barely able to make it here before having a full-blown panic attack " I told him then my eyes widen I don't know why I told him. he probably thinks I'm some unqualified doctor whose daddy paid her way through medical school.

"Okay, I sense something more than I heard in the stairwell," he replied, "but he didn't hurt you while you were in there did, he?" his voice taking a lower edge, almost sounding of a growl.

"No." I drew the word out, unsure why he seemed so protective of me. I'm a blackbelt in karate, I mean I haven't used my skills in years, but he doesn't need to know that. I learned how to defend myself after Philip tried to kill my mom the first time. Then when he did succeed the second time, after he realized I just walked in the door and saw him do it, he came after me next, trying to make sure that I wouldn't live to tell the tale.

Had I not known self-defense I would not be sitting here, when he found an open window in my fighting stance he punched me in the gut, causing me to lose balance and I stumbled backwards. which caused me to hit my head hard on the table knocking me out cold.

Who knows what could have happened to me had the neighbors not called a noise complaint. I was knocked out for a little while and when I woke up, I was blind. eventually my eyesight repaired itself and I'm able to see clearly, aside from needing reading glasses at times. but just seeing the man causes shivers to go down my spine.

He looks at me in a way that tells me he is fully listening to what I'm about to say so I take a deep breath and finally tell him the full story, but a page cuts me off

DR. COX REPORT TO THE O.R. SEVEN-FORTY.

Before the page even finished, I jumped from my chair heading out the door. Heading to get scrubs and get into surgery. Practically running a mile, a minute.

I get to where the operating room is and rush in. I see the worst case I've seen in my entire time here. My eyes widen as I take in the bloody patient. It's so bad that if I know the person, I can't even tell who they are. I rush in to take over from the other surgeon whose name is Ava. She is one of the general surgeons, but she was getting called in to do something that needed to be done ASAP, so they called me in, so I work on the girl I now know as Hailey. I look at the CT and MRI they both show severe brain damage, I look at Ava. "Can you give me a report before I start operating on how she got these injuries?"

She gave me the report, apparently, she was driving and got rear ended by a semi-truck that lost control. Luckily Hailey Mavis's watch alerted the appropriate people, and she was brought here. Unfortunately, it is going to be extra hard to do the surgery needed because she is so mauled, making me think of what you might see on "Untold Stories of the E.R." but luckily, I'm skilled enough to hop in and do my thing because if i don't this girl could die, but then again one wrong move on my part she could die.

"Ava, thank you. on your way out can you page Sam? I need plastics and he's the best." Ava nods

"Alright. Thank you for your time, Dr. Cox," she says, and as she gets to the wall with the paging system, she pages Dr. Wells. "Dr. wells report to O.R. seven-forty. follow with Dr. Cox." she repeats the page one last time before giving a final wave and leaves the operating room.

less than five minutes later Sam comes in as I'm stitching her side back together. "Hi, just in time too. I need to tackle the brain damage, but I can barely see from where it's so mauled, can you help with that?" i ask and he nods, and we work together on this poor girl as the nurses keep track of vitals and making sure everything is going smoothly. making it so I can focus on the task in front of me.

as I leave the O.R. finished with the surgery, I hope I made the right choice. I switch out of the surgery scrubs and back into my normal scrubs. feeling the weight of the unknown pressing down against my shoulders, wondering if I made the right choice. wondering if she will make it through the night, with everything that played into pare. I head back to my office intending to get some reports filled out when I get there, as I opened the door, I let out something that resembled a squeak. I wasn't expecting Dr. Merci to be in here. I place a hand to my chest and close my eyes as I take a deep breath. "Phew You scared me."

"Sorry I didn't mean to . . .here a peace offering, Tea or coffee? they only had enough in the machine for one cup of coffee." he asks as he hands me one of the cups he's holding after I told him tea, I take it "sorry I didn't mean to barge in. you just ran out of here so fast I wanted to make sure everything was ok." he adds

"Thank you, for the tea and your concern, yeah, I'm ok. I just had to go into surgery." I said sitting down heavily in my office chair.

"You have an odd way of showing your fine– I don't know maybe it is the way you Americans show it but where I come from when your fine, you definitely don't act like that." he says it isn't so much the wording of it, but it's the way he does that has me laughing, then remembering the situation I'm in my mood sobers. "I had to make a hard decision. I'm not even sure my patient will make it through the night, even after the surgery. It's bad." I say staring absently at my computer, trying to figure out what I need to type. I have only lost one patient in my time working here. It doesn't get any easier. A look of understanding crosses his face as he sits his coffee on my desk. He rolls the chair opposite from me back and sits down.

"I understand, I don't know if you know this or not, but I graduated not too long ago either. Back when I was under the impression, I was the best thing in this world, I made a lot of dumb decisions often risking the condition of the patient. But after I lost my first patient the mirage lifted, and the real world really began to sit in. I learned just how fragile life is."

I take a shuttering deep breath, "this wouldn't be the first time I lost a patient. And I would prefer not to talk about this patient like she is already lost." he nods and takes a drink of his coffee. Looks like a long day of work for me, I think as I look at my computer.

"Hey Dr. Cox, wake up." a soothing voice says, I jump up in my seat and I see Dr. Merci looking down on me. I rub my eyes as they adjust to the lighting. "Sorry for waking you, I was on my way out and I noticed you were asleep, I just wanted to make sure you're ok" which is a little ironic because he just woke me up from a nightmare about my past.

"What? Where am I– oh I must have fallen asleep. Ah great. I forgot to clock out. It's past time, my boss is going be mad." I say as I get up from my chair "you're fine, thank you for waking me up." I stumbled in my rush to wakefulness. Dr, Merci reaches out to steady me.

"You sure you're alright?" he asks me and as his hand brushes my arm. I felt something that resembles static electricity, which shocked me into being awake. The look on his face tells me he felt it too. I start walking through the doorway trying to ignore what just happened when the view of the hospital vanished. Instead, I was pulled into what some would say as a daydream. This I'd call a vision, I'm suddenly in a stone room and there are no windows, just a light bulb hanging from the ceiling that provides the only light of the room. the steel door that looks like it could use a good cleaning open. My heart rate picks up as someone comes in through, it. I have no idea what's going on, this is the first time something like this has happened to me. Maybe I'm still dreaming, yes this is what's happening I'm dreaming. It has to be.

I look around the room and see a wooden chair, there is a figure there, but I can't make them out. it is the same way for the figure that came in through the door. fear creeps its way into my chest, its icy tendrils clawing at my heart making it hard to breathe. I somehow know who it is, but my brain is coming up short on putting it together.

But before I can make anything more out it the vision vanishes just as soon as it came. When the hospital wing came back into view I sagged against the doorway. I use my hand to keep my balance as black spots danced around my vision.

Dr. Merci is at my side in an instant, he's practically carrying me to the to my chair. as he helps me to the chair and asking me questions like if I'm ok, but I'm not listening. My heart rate is hammering in my chest, and I can barely get any air. Hes in right in front of me trying to get me to calm down but I can't think, darkness starts clouding my eyesight all over again as i start to feel faint.

I suddenly feel a slight pain in my wrist to see Dr, Merci holding my wrist squeezing them trying to get my attention. "Breathe. Look into my eyes and just breathe." he says, and I somehow am able to comprehend what he's telling me to do, and I listen. I look into the clearest honey-colored eyes I have ever seen. "That's it just breathe," he says and suddenly breathing comes easier "there you go." as I stare into his eyes it feels like I'm being sucked into an endless emptiness and the fear disappears, like it was never there. . .odd. Looking into someone's eyes during a panic attack has never actually worked like that before.

"There you go, that's it. Nice and easy, deep breaths" he says calmly, as I still gaze into his eyes. I'm shocked that the panic is gone as quickly as it came, I mean not even my boyfriend makes me feel as safe as I did look into his eyes. I mean, I have always suffered from panic attacks sense the first time witnessed my dad abusing my mom. but usually when I do have them, they're so bad I pass out if I'm not calmed down in time, but never have it been so easy to get rid of. I also haven't had one in years.

But as I think about the vision, my gut twists as I think about what could have caused it. I feel that familiar ball of nerves twinge at the thought of what I saw.

I'm low on sleep, that's the cause. I stayed up worrying about Hailey, trying to make sure she makes it through the night. Thats where the vision came from, but even in my denial state I don't believe that.

Sadly, it doesn't look like I can avoid what just happened, Dr. Merci- my eyes widen, "where are my manners! I'm Caroline." I say nearly facepalming myself but Dr. merci still has a hold of my wrists like I'm about to have another panic attack.

He chuckles and shakes his head. Letting go of my wrist he holds out a hand "Alex." he says, and I take and shake his hand.

"I can't believe I just noticed that! . . . by the look on your face you're wondering the reason Philip Calls me Carri. has to do with my middle name."

He nods in understanding, reaching out to steady myself. I grasp my desk, as a wave of lightheadedness overcomes me. I stuck in a sharp breath as I close my eyes. "Hey, it's ok, you're going to be fine. Just breathe. Tell me what's going on." Alex says and despite that I probably shouldn't have looked into his eyes I couldn't help it, it's like an unknown force has me opening my eyes to meet his.

His eyes widen in shock and if I'm being honest, I am shocked too but I don't know why. it's like somewhere I know that what's happening is a big deal, but I don't know why, and I place it as coincidence "Can you tell me what happened, to make you sag against the doorframe?" he asked, and I nod looking away.

"It sounds crazy, trust me part of me wants to think that you really didn't wake me up and I'm just dreaming this entire scenario" I start, looking to the ground

"It's ok, take your time." he says sitting opposite from me.

"As I was heading out of the office, the view of the hospital floor vanished and in place was two figures. One in a chair tied up, the other standing in front. Somehow, I knew them but couldn't put my finger on it."

"Though I could sense the fear of the person in the chair like it was my own. Then right before I could see the figure in front of the chair, I was sucked out of the vision and was sagging against the doorframe. I guess I sort of panicked, that's the first time that has happened to me."

"I would say it's just lack of sleep, but I can feel it in my gut it is not." I finish looking up at him, hoping I can trust him, not to go straight to my boss and tell him I'm unfit to be doing this job.

"Well, I was going to ask if you had these visions before, but like you said, this is the first one that happened to you. Have you had anything similar to this vision?" he asks as he gets up heading to the open door, closing it he heads back over and sits down in front of me. I look up at him with peaked curiosity, had it been any of my other colleagues, they would have used this as the perfect opportunity to take their biggest competition down.

I look down unsure, eyebrows drawn together. He laughs so suddenly that my head jerks up. "Why do you look so confused?"

"Y-you're not going to turn me into my boss?" I ask, eyebrows still drawn together, he laughs again and see how my eyebrows draw even closer together. "People from London have odd senses of humor." I whisper so quiet I'm sure he can't hear me, but as soon as I say it, he smirks.

"No, I'm not going to turn you into your boss. only those immature enough doctors that only care about status would do such a thing."

"So, we agree my colleagues are immature, and they are doctors. Good to know," I sigh

"Listen, before we continue this conversation there is something you should probably know. I don't trust easily, when it comes to myself. It's been that way since my stepfather." I say looking down at my hands.

"Hey that's ok. It's understandable, I'd probably feel the same way." he says as he gently lifts my chin up to meet my eyes.

"Yeah, but you're not staying so it really doesn't matter, does it?" my voice barely over a whisper as my heart rate picks up. as I look in his eyes, I want desperately to trust him.

"Ha, they didn't tell you. Honestly, I'm not surprised. I transferred here. I work here now." he says, and I want to die. I know my cheeks are a bright pink. as he laughs, I want to die of embarrassment.

"Sorry about that!" I say then clear my throat. "Ok, back to the original topic. no, there nothing even close to what happened." I say still not meeting his eyes.

"Hmm, that is kind of odd. I wonder why this happened all of a sudden." he thinks out loud.

not able to talk about this anymore I change the subject "What time is it even?" I asked, looking for my watch but realizing that I left it on the charger this morning, "creature of habit for sure." I muttered under my breath; he laughs softly looking down at his watch. "Twenty-four hundred hours."

I roll my eyes "can't you just say midnight like a normal person?" I ask jokingly as I rub my eyes tiredly and I am tired. I am very sleepy. I yawn and decide to stand up which my legs are still a little wobbly.

"Woah don't get up to soon." he says moving to make sure I don't fall; yep, been there done that I think we can establish that me falling on my tail end isn't going to hurt me much. "I'm fine, I just need more coffee or I'm going to fall asleep again because it's midnight and I've gotten next to no sleep."

"Head home we have it covered for tonight, your patient will be fine in the morning, I'll watch over her myself. Just give me the chart."

I look at him doubtedly for a moment then nod "thank you." I walk towards my file cabinet and hand him the file. "Here's her file. All you need to know is in there. I recommend getting another brain scan ordered to get more information and see if anything else needs done but that's just my opinion." I say then walk out of my office after explaining a few more details. I head to my car on shaky legs, wishing I didn't live over an hour drive away.