You were Maeve’s therapist, you have been for some time now. She visited you from time to time, it was always about a new thing because her life was so complicated. First, she’s in a relationship with a hero she hates, then she’s a lesbian again, then she’s in the hospital. Like, dude, get a grip.

“I’m fine, really.”

But you highly doubt that. This was her fifth week on medication. Medication for what, you might ask? No idea, she won’t spill.