April and G
All through the service, April kept thinking about what a waste it was and how wrong Abby had been about her. She'd made it bearable she'd said in her letter, but she wasn't sure that was true. She'd treated her like a patient, thought of her as a patient and given her the pills that she'd used to kill herself with.
When Mikey told her it was not her fault she believed him, but even if this wasn't her fault, she still felt inadequate. She hadn't been able to help Abby, and if depression like this happened to any of the others, she wouldn't be able to help them either. She'd become a doctor for two reasons; she wanted to change medicine forever, and she wanted to help people. Right now she wasn't doing either, but things didn't need to stay that way. She couldn't change medicine here, but she could help the others in other ways.
She waited until G was alone before she approached him at the house. "I want to work harder on my shooting," she said. "I can't help people being a doctor, not really, but I can learn to protect people better if needed and for that I need to be comfortable with both guns and rifles. Do you have the time to help me with more hours? If you don't that's okay too, I can ask someone else, but I need to learn faster than I am."