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

Chapter 150 Don't You Feel Like Crying

"You walk away. Cut ties. Close the door. You can only do so much for a person. Set limits and know you have reached them and can no longer help. Then focus on yourself. You focus on addressing others' problems and trying to fix the broken as a way to avoid confronting your own problems."

Ouch. That one hurt.

Because he is right.

"Until you cut ties all together, you will never truly heal. Yes, you will have triggers and bad dreams. That is to be expected. But instead of dealing with your own issues you put all your effort into everyone else around you. Once you wipe your hands clean of Dave, you can begin to move on and heal."

I hate how good Jeremy is at his job when he's such a fuck-up himself.

***

The car ride home is a silent one. I'm mentally drained and Evan can tell. It's not until we pull into the parking garage of Nate's apartment complex does Evan break our silence.

"You ok, Miss Banks?" He scratches his perfect beard and glances my way.

"Mm-hmm."

"That was.... intense." Evan admits after hearing everything he heard in my therapy session.

"Listen, can we just keep all that between us and forget about it? I-" I shake my head feeling my tears building up. "I can't think about that stuff anymore."

"Yeah, I get it. But Ma'am, don't you-"

"Did you just 'ma-am' me again? I swear to God Scofield you have a death wish." I squint my eyes then realize he did it on purpose to get a rise out of me. Or cheer me up in his weird sadistic way.

"Hey, why don't we grab Chinese and bring to Julia's new apartment for dinner? I'm sure they haven't had time think about dinner plans with the unpacking and all."

He IS trying to get my mind off shit and cheer me up. I wipe my eyes and nod.

"Thanks Evan. You're a good one." I sigh.

"I know." He smirks.

*****

*James*

"I have a project for you." Trevor smiles over at me while walking down the hall.

"Oh, really What is it?" I ask, uncertain about the doctor's intentions and how I could contribute to any project given my coordination challenges.

"You've done a lot of studying, now I want to put what you've learned to the test."

I realize where we are going and glace at Trevor with a puzzled expression before we stop at the door.

"Jeremy said she's having a hard time today. You have built a relationship with her. Now go in there and use what you've learned to help her."

"What?" I can't help her! I don't know how-"

"But you do, James. Talk. Listen. That's all I'm asking." Trevor opens the door to Cara Hollan's room.

Like when Julia shuts down, Cara lies in bed facing the wall and shutting out the world. But unlike Julia, nothing needs to trigger Cara's bipolar. It can come out of nowhere. But I'm not good at this! I usually walk away and let someone else deal with the hard shit when it comes to Julia. This doctor can't expect me to know how to help Nate's sister.

"You're overthinking." Trevor whispers before I even say anything and pushes me into the room. He keeps the door open and sits on the chair right outside Cara's room. I look back at him while rubbing the back of my neck and he raises his eyebrows and his hand for me to begin.