"I hope we do this some other time." Dr Sylvester said, adverting me away from my thoughts.

He was kidding right? Because there was no way I was going to let him touch me again. Or would go near him. I wouldn't even want to see his face, because he was making me feel nauseous.

I grabbed some more tissue, and barfed into it, before dumping into the trash bin at my side.

He saw this and narrowed his eyes in confusion at me. He made to speak, but then closed his mouth shut. He repeated the action twice, and ended up not saying anything at all.

I realized this...