#Chapter609
Help
Presley
I sat in a chair in an office as my knee shook. Dr. Shaw watched me.
/"How does this work? Do I tell you my life story, and you shrink my head?/" I asked with nervousness.
/"You talk about whatever you want,/" Dr. Shaw answered.
/"I never saw a shrink. I don’t know what to do,/" I said.
/"How about taking some deep breaths?/" Dr. Shaw suggested.
I took two deep breaths.
/"Tell me about becoming a paramedic,/" Dr. Shaw suggested.
/"There’s not much to tell. Eliza and I talked about what we wanted to do when we graduated. We chose the career of a paramedic,/" I answered.
/"So, Eliza influenced you,/" Dr. Shaw mentioned, writing in a notepad.
/"What are you writing?/" I asked.
/"Notes,/" Dr. Shaw answers.
/"Good or bad?/" I questioned.
/"They’re notes. Let’s talk about your brothers,/" Dr. Shaw said, changing the subject.
I stood up as the doctor watched me.
