Chapter 413
Ben had seen a number of bad things in his time as a doctor. He'd been in the peace corps, doctors without borders. He'd taught battlefield medicine to revolutionary groups in exchange for being taught how to fight. Ben had identified victims in mass-graves in Rwanda, Iraq, Kosovo. These hadn't been easy things to witness. But none of this was as hard as knowing he was responsible for certain things. Ben just wanted to live, to help others live. He never killed anyone directly. But Ben knew, that partly, just by living, he was contributing to their deaths. Ben thought that was all behind him. Then they came back. People with no history of mental illness suddenly lost it. Rambling, no coherent thoughts. Three had been brought to Sunnydale hospital like this over the last week. Their families couldn't take care of them, they had to be physically restrained just to keep them from wandering away. Ben didn't understand how she could possibly be back. But somehow, it seemed that she was.