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

Chapters 138 & 139 Break My Heart/ A New Day

While Nate was busy drowning in his tears I was busy drowning in meetings. I really don't think Evan was aware of what he was signing up for though because my days are hectic and all over the place. Leslie, Nate's tour manager, wants to meet up to go over the agenda moving forward. But before that, I have to have another counseling session with Jeremy Donovan.

It's the last thing I want to do right now but it needs to be done. Plus, I'm not going in alone. I have a bodyguard with me so that helps. But I absolutely HATE going to the Avalon for these appointments.

"Right this way," a nurse escorts Evan and me to Jeremy's after signing us in. "He should be in momentarily."

"God, I hate this place." I mutter, once the door is closed. Evan is in bodyguard mode so doesn't respond. He turns into Paul when he is working. Silent. On edge. Especially knowing what he knows about Jeremy. He stands by the door with his arms crossed over his chest while I make my way over to the couch. I look around the office and roll my eyes at how meticulous Donovan is with cleanliness, just like Nate. OCD to the max.

The door swings open and Jeremy rushes in, paying no attention to Scofield. That's another thing I've noticed with Jeremy. He has no fear. No bodyguard intimidates him, not even Paul who is a pretty intimidating man. It just doesn't affect Jeremy. I'm not sure if that is a good thing or a bad thing.

"Trisha, hi. Sorry, I'm a few minutes late. Cohe- um. Dr. Cohen has me in various tasks today." Jeremy straightens his tie and quickly makes his way over to his desk, grabs a folder, and then heads to one of the leather chairs in front of me. I knew that lady had it out for Julia and Nate but now think she is making Jeremy pay the price as well by the looks of it.

"How did you do driving this week?" He opens the folder which I assume is a chart he made up for me. Great. I have a fucking chart here at the Avalon. Just fucking lovely.

"I drove here from Modern Studios if that says anything."

"Good! That's a little ways away! And how did you do?" He jots something down in my chart.

"Ok, I think. Just that one intersection..." My words trail off as I glance at Evan. He remains silent but he had to have me pull over so he could drive through that one area because I freaked out again.

"What happens when you get to that intersection?" Jeremy looks up from my chart now.

"I... I don't know. I just freeze up. It all comes back to me. Everything about the accident and then seeing James..and then Malcome..." My voice cracks a little.

"Malcolm..."

"Nate's driver. He died." I explain, and visions of seeing Nate's private driver dead at the scene flash through my head. The doctor nods and gives me a sympathetic look.

"It's going to take time, Trisha. You all went through a great deal not only that day but the months that followed. You may never forget the things you saw after the collision, and that's completely normal.  It's like a soldier who can't forget the deaths witnessed in a war."

I glance up at Evan again, who stiffens and avoids eye contact. I wonder if he went through counseling for all the stuff he's seen in the military.

"For now, if it is too much to go through that specific intersection, it's best to avoid it. Right now your focus should be feeling comfortable behind the wheel again. Baby steps. Eventually, I would to see you drive through the center of town without even considering the events that occurred, but this will come with time."

A knock on the door interrupts us and Jeremy lets out an exaggerated sigh.

"Sorry, it might be Dr. Cohen."