"They didn't pull my license," he said stiffly, closing his eyes as the story dredged a bit deeper. "They... forced me on a sabbatical while they further evaluated my capabilities. I couldn't stand being looked at that way so... I left." Oliver opened his eyes then, looking towards teh fountain, arms folding over his chest defensively.
"I wasn't pissed. I was... frustrated. Upset." He paused, the tension in his voice almost palpable. "People I had worked with for years were staring at me like I was incompetent and unable to do my job." His fingers dug into his upper arms and he kicked again at the stone wall, harder this time. "Yeah, I was angry. I did everything I could to help her. Her parents brought her to me because I was their last hope to save their daughter and I failed them." Another kick, and he looked away, turning his head from her as he reached up to press at his eyes with the heel of his hand, taking a few moments to compose himself.