“My legs work fine,” he said, frustrated. “I just don’t understand.”
“Your legs are fine,” she told him. “It’s just… the connection between your legs and back isn’t strong enough yet. I jumped the gun. I really jumped the gun. I’m sorry, Alex. I could have set you back weeks.”
She didn’t want to tell him that she could have set him back farther than that.
How could I have been so stupid? I should never have listened to what my patient was telling me. I’m the doctor – I should know better. Why did I do that?
She knew why she had done it. After Jeff McNabb had passed away, she’d wanted to save someone. It was what she was used to. She wasn’t used to people dying under her watch. It hadn’t been her fault. It hadn’t been anywhere near her fault. Somehow, she still felt guilt
