Damaged

Marty was packing her things in a box. The hospital had suspended her while they investigated Natalie's claims that she stole her private medical records. Perhaps it was a good thing; it would give her a chance to piece her life together and to heal from her breakdown. She had so many things she needed to figure out. Even if the hospital hadn't suspended her she would have taken a break.

Somewhere along the way she had lost herself, she had lost focus. All that mattered to her was revenge on Natalie that she stopped caring about anything else. She used to love her job, she loved helping people, but she had lost track of the reasons she became a doctor in the first place. She no longer trusted in her ability to help people, she was just too damaged and what kind of help could she give others if she couldn't help herself.

"Are you Doctor Marty Saybrook?"

Marty turned around to see a good looking guy in a black leather jacket and attractive blond-haired women. "I am. How can I help you?"

"My son needs help and I think that you might be able to reach him," the woman explained.

"I've been suspended, but I can refer you to another psychiatrist."

"Do you still have your license?" The man asked.

"Yeah."

"Then I don't need a referral. You're the only doctor I want to treat my nephew."

"I don't know if I can be of much help to him, to anyone anymore. I'm sorry, you're going to have to find somebody else," Marty said as she picked up the box and headed towards the exit.

"Please just meet with him once, if you still don't think that you can help him then I'll look somewhere else. I don't like or trust doctors very much, but I'm here because I honestly believe that you're the only one that can help Michael," the man explained.

Marty thought about saying no and walking away, but there was a certain desperation hidden behind a mask of coolness that she recognized when she looked into his eyes. She couldn't walk away without at least trying to help.

"I will meet your nephew Michael but there's something that I need to tell you. I was suspended from this hospital on claims that I stole somebody's hospital records."

The woman laughed, "Tell us something we don't know. I admire your honesty though. Is there anything else you want to share with us? "

"I recently had a nervous breakdown. I'm fully recovered now and will do my best to help your son if you still want me to. "

"Of course I want you to; I already knew all this before I came here. I know you've had a hard time dealing with your son's incarceration and that's why I think that you're the perfect doctor to help Michael."

"Why is that?" Marty asked.

"My son Michael was raped in prison and from one mother to another I know that you'll fight to save my son just as hard as you would to save your own."

Marty gasped for air as she sat down, this would be a difficult case. Would she be able to remain objective? She looked into the woman's eyes and saw a mother's desperation, a desperation she was all too familiar with. "So where should I meet Michael? Do you want to bring him to my house for sessions?" Marty asked.

"Actually we were hoping that you would agree to come to Port Charles for a couple of months. I own a hotel and you could stay there as long as you would like."

"Sure, I need a break from this town anyways. I have one more question before we go."

"Shoot."

"What's your names?"

"Oh I'm sorry, I'm Jason Morgan and this is Carly Corinthos," Jason said as he shook hands with Marty.

Marty had read enough to know that they were heavily involved in the Mob. Maybe she was making a mistake, but she honestly liked them. She hadn't felt needed in a long time and she would do everything she could to help Michael deal with his trauma.