What the hell is wrong with me? I almost killed my partner on the way to a routine call and then... I'm such an asshole.
I thought I might be able to help... help fix whatever was bothering her - maybe make up for crashing the rig and her surgery... in some small way.
But I totally invaded her privacy. I just couldn't help myself. God help me - I snuck a peek at the letter - the one Nancy was reading right before the accident.
I should have left it alone. Because now I not only feel like an asshole but also some kind of weird voyeur. You'll see what I mean after you read it.
I mean, when I first saw that it was a recommendation letter for a residency program, I broke out in a cold sweat. I can't imagine my life in the rig without Nancy. She's my teacher. My mentor. My friend. My partner. And she might be leaving me.
But then, as I read the whole letter, I realized that Nancy has bigger problems than me. Bigger problems than just choosing which path to follow. It's that... I'm not sure how to even put this but... I think Dr. Joe's crushing on her in some really creepy-ass way.
Maybe it's just me. You decide for yourself...
Pace a voi.
