Lily West
As we all got up to walk out I caught the eye of one of the interns, someone I hadn't really met before but I knew her face as someone who'd been with us in the morning. She looked upset, much more upset than I felt, and I felt a stab of distress for her so I caught her arm.
"Hi," I murmured, "pretty rough, huh? You feeling alright?"
She just sort of nodded and her expression told me otherwise. I could imagine the thoughts running through her head, similar to my own. Why even bother with this any more? It's horrible, can't cope. I smiled my most encouraging smile (which wasn't brilliant) and walked with her out into the corridor.
"Come find a resident with me? Things'll get back to normal now. Much more boring, but probably less traumatic."
The place was starting to fill up again, almost as though nothing had happened. Good. That's what I needed, I didn't know how anyone else felt, but I just wanted to get on with it and pretend this incident had never occured. The last thing on earth I needed was to talk to some shrink about my feelings about the whole thing. I'd been to therapists before, cold, distant, calculating lunatics, adding you up using only the words you could formulate to show your emotions. How could any one discover a person's true problems that way? It was far too clinical.

