"I'm glad I came to you, too," Connor admitted, which in itself said how desperate and afraid he'd been. He wasn't the type of person to cop to needing anyone or anything, but he'd needed Chase so bad and he hadn't even known it until he got here. But Chase was a doctor and a damn good one, and he'd stepped right in here, helping Connor as much as he could. "Especially when you see the murdered body when the murder happens. He was our the husband of our professor and our boss, dude. But he would've killed that girl, no questions asked. Probably already did kill Lila. He deserved it, but I can't stop feeling fucked up about it inside."

"All of the above," Connor agreed with a tired shake of his head, the tears still streaming down his face, though the painful sobs had subsided a little. "How the fuck did a patient stab you?" he asked, taking the moment to focus on the doctor instead of everything else swirling around his head. "You couldn't have seen that coming. But... You... you did? How did you keep going, though? How did you live knowing what you did? How does it not drive you batshit crazy every fucking day of your life? It... It feels like it's never going to stop."