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"You appear more upset than usual today, Maya. Did you argue with Carina, or is it something that happened on a scene?", Dr. Diane
opens that day's session with concerns about her patient's obvious distress.
Maya Bishop tries to shrug away the query, and so hr therapist stayed quiet, sipping tea and watching the rain tick tick tick
against the windowpane of the spare office administrative she uses at Station 19.
At last, Bishop says "Carina and I have not spoken in two weeks...I'm kind of upset about a medical call this morning...this MAN had beaten
his wife and kids with one of those big 'old timey' barbers strops-beaten them BLOODY ; and when the PD came to make the
arrest both wife and children cried and begged for him not to be taken away....crazy ", she muttered, shakily.
"I see why that would be upsetting. Did you talk to anyone about it: Herrera, or Hughes?"
"I talked to Hughes a little bit...I suppose you're aware that Herrea had a miscarriage, and her husband took her to Germany for a few weeks
to get away from Seattle for a while."
Dr. Lewis answered "Yes; she and Captain Sullivan consulted me after the tragedy. They're scheduled in again next week after they return.
Let's get back to YOU...did talking to Hughes help?"
"It did and it didn't: she ended up encouraging to reach out to Carina again, but I...I..."
"Don't know how?", Diane inquires gently.
"Right."
"The last time that you were in, you mentioned that Carina said that she's tired of the endless apologies and that the words seem 'self-
serving'...I'm quoting YOU, now. I've heard you say over and over again a variation of the phrase 'I love her' or How can I go on without her?';
you once said 'I don't want to live without her'... how people deal with adversity, with setbacks, with suffering, heartache, or disappointment
is what defines them, Bishop-not the setback itself. I have a strategy that I'd like you to use the next time you tell Carina how badly you feel
about what you've done...will you try?"
"I'll try anything", Maya says, blowing her nose.
"Say something like 'I wish that I had responded differently to your concerns about my father that night, or I wish that my reaction
when we spoke afterward had been different... '...perhaps instead of I'M SORRY" Diane Lewis suggests.
"I DO wish those things. I should have worked harder to reconcile why she believed what she believed about the abuse I went through growing
up under Lane Bishop's roof, among other things."
They decide that Maya should invite the OB to a neutral location--for a picnic, or a walk at the park. Making Carina feel safe and under no
pressure (a complaint she'd verbalized to Maya before when the blonde had gotten angry and demanded that 'they just get back together
already!')
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**Raveena Park-Seattle**
Ooh, short and sweet
No sense in draggin' on past our needs
Let's don't keep it hangin' on
If the fire's out, we should both be gone
Some people are made for each other
Some people can love one another for life
How 'bout us
Some people can hold it together
Last through all kinds of weather
Can't we
Carina sat with her arms crossed and an annoyed frown on her lovely face. "I am here, Maya; say what you came to say."
"That night...I wish that I had responded in a more adult way to your concerns about my father. I was so angry--which is no excuse; I
KNOW THAT--and I'm sorrier than I can ever say about how we--how I --left it. It was childish and wrong. I've been seeing
Dr. Lewis and I'm realizing some hard truths about myself and what Lane did to me."
"I did not realize you had decided to see someone--Dr. Lewis is highly regarded. I'm impressed."
"Especially since I was so resistant before."
Carina finally smiles. "And if I agree to reconcile and you then decide no more therapy?"
Bishop passes her a sheaf of papers; the cover sheet simply reads 'CONTRACT'...