It caught me off guard, hearing it, but I managed to get my mental bearings. “You didn’t ask for your powers. I’m sure even doctors get worn out, they hate their job, they have bad weeks. Except doctors have fellow staff members, they have friends and everything to go back to, and they’re adults. You’re still a teenager. You started doing what you were doing at a time when most people didn’t.
That’s it. Give me that “bad at picking the right thing to say” badge, Taylor.
You didn’t have the maturity and the defenses against the pain you were seeing that doctors pick up over the course of the first twenty-five years of their lives.”
I’m sure people regularly underestimate how much mental pressure doctors deal with on a daily basis.
She shook her head. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t make me feel better, I deserve to wallow in misery”?
“Don’t make me out to be a good person. Bonesaw has a better idea of who I am than you do. Maybe I wouldn’t have thought so, three days ago, when she first met me, but then I fucked up. I proved her right. Every fear I had about being like my dad came true.”
Ah, yes, the final piece – the Glory Girl situation.
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