Ch 3:
The next thing I know, I have my hazard lights on and I'm going 60 miles per hour with the GPS blaring at me every 5 seconds. Kristen is in the backseat with Sara attempting to clam her down. We make it to the hospital in record time. I had shouted "ETA 5 minutes" or 15 minutes when it was that or whatever it was at the times. As she was being checked over, Kristen and I sat together in the waiting room. She turned to me softer than earlier and said "hey, I'm sorry, I should have let you help. You helped when you drive here." Then I matched her tone and responded "I'm sorry too. I should not let my hatred for your mom and my jealousy of you hinder my ability to work with you. Medicine is a team effort."
She nodded and asked what I had against her mom. I told her the full story. She felt sorry, she really did. I know her mom was sorry too, because I received an email from her mom apologizing for what happened a few years ago. She also said to talk to her directly next time something happens and I feel misunderstood or feel like there was something that felt wrong or something like that.