Making It (On Hold Indefinitely)

2.3

2.3

I only call Dr. Fishermen when it's an extreme emergency. Like when I first started the movie I had called her to ask if I was okay to do such a task. She asked me a few questions, watched me closely and deemed I was fine. I called her a couple of days after the photo incident just because I needed someone to rant too that wasn't Brooke, Blaire, Jas or Cassidy. Someone I could get unbiased feedback from, and she helped with that. I didn't call her after the miscarriage because I didn't have time but I was calling her now.

Taylor's laptop balanced on my knees as I curled up on one of the lounge chairs outback early this morning just to talk to her. From what I hear through vague answers given by the woman herself, he calls her too. Just like me when I first started out he apparently doesn't say much but she sits and listens to what he does have to say—which she won't tell me about. So it's no surprise when I find her number saved, but it is a surprise when I find that he called her a few hours before I landed yesterday.

I ignore the time stamp and click call. The screen becomes occupied with my face for a few seconds before she picks up. Her brown hair pulled back into her signature bun. She was in her office and her eyes crinkle at the sides as she smiles at me.

"I take it you're in California?" She questions and I nod my head, biting down on my nail. "How's the trip so far?" She asks and I take in a deep breath, dropping my hand from my mouth.

"That's why I texted asking if you were free." At my words, her smile drops off her face and she puts on her active listening face. "First thing's first, I had a miscarriage two days ago." I wait for her to blink back in shock but she just nods her head. "I was expecting to land in California and spend a worry-free, blissful seven day week with my boyfriend. Like we originally planned."

"Can we talk about the miscarriage?" She asks cautiously, shifting her eyes back to me, having typed a note on her laptop.

"My problem isn't with the miscarriage. I'm dealing with that. My problem is with my boyfriend turned fiancé." I say and she nods her head.

"He said he was going to propose." She smiles genuinely. "Congratulations."

"Thank you." I murmur. I wanted to ask her if he gave an honest answer as to why, because I know she asked. Why, was Julie Fishermen's favorite question. However, that would be breaching their Dr-patient confidentiality.

"So you land in California. The week just started. I'm sure things will get better as the days continue on," She says sincerely and I shake my head.

"They won't because I suddenly feel paranoid. Like something's wrong, or that he's hiding something from me."

"Have you talked to Taylor and expressed this to him?" I nod my head. "and what did you guys come up with?"

"That the girl he kissed is actually his cousin through his mother and stepfathers marriage." She nods her head. "And that she's an actress, or at least aspiring, and that night when she kissed him she was prepping for a role. She apologized and blah blah, I don't believe any of it. She keeps clinging to my boyfriend like he's some type of life support," I scoff. 

"Have you talked to her?" she inquires. "Expressed to her how you feel?"

"No."

"Maybe you should try talking to her. Get closure from her side of the story. Maybe you're so mistrusting of Taylor because it's through his word of mouth and after the incident happened things have been rocky between the two of you," she suggests and I nod my head to let her know I was listening—which I was. "Maybe if you heard it from her it'll seem more believable."