“I want to get my lips redone.” That’s what Ms. Priest was concerned about during their fifty-minute session. “I know you’re telling me that I should see a different therapist, but I need to see a different plastic surgeon and…”
The rest was blah blah blah for Jax, a bunch of dipshit statements that made him want to roll his eyes at his patient, but he didn’t.
He had three other patients after Natalie’s session ended, filling his afternoon. Joshua Smitty was broken-hearted, Ashland Couse wanted to cut himself, and Melissa Roddington was thinking about being a porn star, even though she only had mediocre looks and miniature breasts. There were some days that Jax really cared about his patients, but today wasn’t one of those days. After he had seen Will with Tarker at the coffee shop, his
