#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...