"I hate doctors." He runs his hands over his eyes. No. That's not right. Rationally he knows that most of them are perfectly capable people with pretty impressive skills who are largely concerned with helping people or getting paid -- sometimes both -- and that the experiences he remembers but which didn't actually happen to him are just a series of unfortunate circumstances.

"No. I don't trust them. And they scare me." He's not sure why that's so hard to say, but it is. "And I can't afford it, and..." Now it just sounds like he's making excuses, so he stops, leans forward again, braces his head in his hands. He still looks and sounds sad, but his mouth turns up at the corner. "I know. I'm sorry I'm -- like this. Thank you for saying so."