Wet Part 3
Page 46
“I don’t have a magic cure for my patients. They have to do the work themselves. All I do is walk them through their own thoughts, if they can’t do that themselves, or if their thoughts aren’t producing good conclusions, I try to teach them how to think it through more effectively. I spent time with Rhees. Unlike most of the patients who end up here, she’s very good at self-reflection. If she says she’s thinking it through, working it out on her own, then she doesn’t need me.”
“But—” Paul couldn’t believe it. “She’s sick—she wanted me to . . .”
“Sounds to me like she wanted it any way you would have given it. If you’d have tried it in the hotel room, and not freaked out on her, it wouldn’t have gone down the way it did.”
“That’s not it at all. You don’t know what you’re talking about. I was there. She used her knowledge about my nature against me, acting all trusting and refusing to admit she knew what I was—am. She led me to believe she was perfect, but then, she turned on me, like she’d been counting on me to do it all along. She’s not perfect, she’s sick, do you hear me? She’s sick, and I love her too much, I can’t sit by and not do everything in my power to help her.”
Keene finally registered an expression. He looked blank—the good doctor actually appeared to be dumbfounded.
“Is perfection important to you?” he finally asked.
“No. Not at all.” Paul squirmed in his seat. “I hate perfection. My parents always expected . . .”
Paul deadpanned. A few seconds later, he dropped his head back and stared at the ceiling. Next, he leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, and hid his face in his hands. He made a few growly noises and felt his mouth working overtime.
“Oh, God,” he finally huffed out and sat back again, looking up at the ceiling once more. After another minute, he sat up straight with a loud intake of air, staring at Keene when he exhaled, again loudly. “I pulled the ole’ Weaver family expectation card on her. I swore I’d never do that, be like that, and yet . . . oh, God.”
“Maybe you should stay a few more days.”
Paul looked at Keene, thinking the man had to be crazy. He had to get back to his beautiful bride. He had to apologize as soon as possible.
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