“Dr. Stratford also said that he could do the physical in my room like he did the flu shot. If that’s okay.” Abby asked. The doctor had sort of gained the smallest of her trust. He’d been nice and let her see the glue shot stuff and everything. But she still didn’t like doctors. Granted medical doctors were a little better than shrinks.
“Guns are so noisy and... messy.” She’d drawn quite a few gunshot wounds. They were not pretty. “And I understand.” About the training. “Handler Frost told you about when I’m having a vision right?” Or it was in her file probably. “To not try to stop me?” The last thing she wanted was for Rachel to train her and then get hurt because she didn’t know to pause when she was having a vision.