Doctor: All right, Everett, if your eyes are closed, all you need to do is concentrate on your breath.
Doctor: You don't have to apologize. Notice the sound. Let it go. Come back to your breath.
Everett: Maybe I should take another Ativan. I only had one so far.
Doctor: Did you run this morning?
Everett: Three miles.
Everett: 20 minutes.
Doctor: Then you're doing everything right.
Everett: But what if I just took a 1/4 of a pill?
Doctor: Everett, you know what I'm gonna say.
Everett: I know, I know, I know. I'm supposed to push through the anxiety. Tell myself it's not gonna last, it's not gonna kill me. And it's-it's actually just evidence of my body working at peak condition. But I'm pretty sure peak condition doesn't feel like there's a giant fսcking weight crushing me, so can I please just take another Ativan?
Doctor: Listen, I'm gonna have to call you back. They're evacuating my building. You're not anywhere near this fire, are you?