Page 182 of Chosen Beta

It’s the other guy I’m not sure about.

“I need to be in there with you. She’s my patient, and you’re my consultant.”

Damian nods slowly. “Of course. We ask that you don’t interfere with our process, but you’re welcome to witness it.”

I nod, and then I unlock the door and open it, gesturing to our guests to enter first.

I look at Lana. “You two might want to stick around out here.”

Lana nods. “I expected to. I hope they can help her.”

“I hope the doctor isn’t a psycho,” Pete adds.

I don’t say anything to that, but he knows I’m thinking it.

We both felt something odd about him, then.

It makes me nervous, but not enough to stop this before it starts.

I’ve learned when to listen to my instincts, and when to put them to the side.

I don’t have the experience to help this patient, but they do.

If they might be able to help her, I need to let them.

I step into the room and close the door behind me.

Damian and Rob are standing at the right side of the bed as I approach.

The patient is lying in the bed, awake, and staring at the ceiling.

“How are we feeling today?” I ask as I approach at her left side.

She turns her head slowly and looks at me. “Am I going home, yet?”

“I’m afraid not,” I tell her. “This is Dr. Morgan, and his friend Damian. They’re here to help you.”

Sighing, she stares at me. “The only help I need is a ride home.”

I look across at Rob as he puts his hand over hers.

She frowns as she turns her head toward him.

“No one said you could …” she trails off as his gaze meets hers.

He takes her hand in both of his, and she lets him.

“What …” I start.

“No interruptions,” Damian reminds in a soft tone.

“You don’t remember your mother,” Dr. Morgan whispers. “But she named you Robin, like the little bird, because she wanted you to fly.”

A chill comes over me as I listen to his words.

Jane Doe lets out a sob. “I remember. I do. She used to sing to me …”

“Free Bird. She never lost hope, Robin. It’s not her fault that she couldn’t be there to raise you.”

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