Fix Chapter 3
"Have a seat Sara. Would you like me to close that?"
"No. No, I like the sound of the rain." Sara chose the far end of the sofa, near to the open window.
Dr. Case shuffled papers. "Girl who loves rain moves from San Francisco to Vegas. Something wrong with that picture." It was conversational, but Sara knew where she was headed.
"Five times more rain in San Fran than here. Guess I just wanted a chance to miss it. Feels like it's been raining since I got here though." Sara's eyes went out the window, her mind not far behind.
"You didn't come here for the weather though, right?" The doctor took her place across from the patient who wrinkled her nose at the question.
"Are we ever going to have a session where he doesn't come up?"
A smile. "We can have one today if you like. What do you want to talk about?"
Still staring at the rain. It was a long time before Sara found her voice. "I, we, worked a 419 at Sparks the other night."
"419?"
"Dead body."
"At Sparks State Hospital. For the criminally insane." Dr. Case's voice was even; it was always even, no matter what Sara said. This was at the same time calming and infuriating.
"Right." The knees tucked up again. "It was a really messed up case, sick stuff."
"You felt strong enough to work in that environment?"
Sara stretched her hand out to feel the spatter of raindrops from the windowsill. "I wanted to try."
"Why?"
"To see if I could. It isn't the point."
"Then tell me what you think the point is." Dr. Case allowed her to get it out, but Sara wasn't fooled, she knew there would be backtracking.
"The point is that this guy, this inmate, who had been raped by his mother, who's mother had gotten a job as a NURSE at this place so she could continue to fuck with him, this guy attacked me." Sara's voice had been angry as she described the inmate and his mother, but when she got to attack she softened.
"He held, I don't remember, a letter opener, something, to my neck. He asked me if I'm a spiritual person."
She chewed the side of her mouth, her legs pulled tighter to her. Tears slid down her cheeks but she didn't make a sound.
Dr. Case didn't dare interrupt. She had many questions, but it was more important to hear what Sara chose to be next. Her patience was rewarded.
"He chose me, because I'm like him."