Point Of View 2 [*Do not read until you've read the same chapter of ATW]

Chapter 44 See Me

*James*

"Everything is stable. Blood pressure is good. No fever, though we'll continue to keep her on antibiotics for now. Oxygen level is perfect." Jeremy pulls the cuff off Julia. "It's going to take time. Everyone reacts to the medication differently."

"Bullshit, this has nothing to do with the sedative and you know it." Nate is getting frustrated and letting Jeremy know it. We're ALL getting frustrated to be totally honest here. I may not be a mental health specialist, but I've been going to therapy long enough in my life to know this isn't working out for Julia. Not the Avalon, not Jeremy as her doctor. None of it.

"Nate." Paul reminds Nate we need to watch what we say here. I crouch down and pet Maggie, who gets nervous when people yell. Nate is now yelling.

"Well, look at her, Paul! She's been in shock all day! I'm done with his bullshit excuses. Everyone in this room knows the truth." 

Jeremy ignores us all and continues to jot down Julia's vitals in the chart.

"Bad enough you're her doctor, but you fucking live here. She can't get away-"

"NATE!" Paul scolds Nate and he stops talking.

"I need air." Nate storms out of the room.

"He needs to control his outbursts. We have enough patients here." Jeremy says.

"Is that some kind of threat??" I stand up and glare at the doctor. If anyone needs to control themselves, it's this guy. 

"No, Mr. Gallo. He is already a Partial Program patient here anyway."  Jeremy's pager goes off. "Shit. That's Nate's sister." The doctor grumbles and hurries out of the room.

"Wonderful." Paul lets out a loud sigh.

"No wonder Nate has heart attacks."  I walk over to Julia who has shut down and brush her hair away from her face.

"I need to pee." Julia turns around to look at Paul. Because Paul would have to be the one to help her

"I've got her. C'mon Moretti. Donovan isn't here. He's busy. You're ok." He says and begins to help Julia up out of bed.

"We're gonna go home soon, ok Mags?" I sit on the floor with my dog, and she lays her head on my lap. "Aww, you're being such a good girl. You know that? Next time I'll leave you with Mommy." 

This is too much bickering for my dog. Too much for me. Why can't everything just go the way they were when I first met Julia? She was so different back then. Now I feel like I don't even know her anymore. I mean, I do. Of course I do. But she's really having a hard time with life lately. I can't blame her. It's just a lot.

Paul helps Julia out of bed and right when she stands up, she passes out.

"Oh Shit!" I jump up and we both grab her quickly. 

"Jesus, Moretti."  Paul lays her back on the bed.  "James. Go get a nurse in here." He demands and I run out of the room to find someone. I grab the first person I see and bring her to Julia's room.

"She's severely dehydrated." The nurse says as she checks passed out Julia's vitals.

"She was trying to get up to use the bathroom." I add.

"I see that." The nurse looks over Julia whose sweatpants are all wet. Poor thing didn't make it to the bathroom. She passed out and then lost control of her bladder.  Julia comes to and sits up a little, then looks down at her lap, horrified that she wet herself. I know exactly how she feels from when I have seizures. When you come to and realize you are that of a potty training two-year-old. It's humiliating.