Page 48 of Precise Justice

He is a pretty girl, Marc thought while he waited for him. “Thank you, Mr. Kadella,” Robbie said, stepping aside to let Marc enter.

“Marc, is fine, remember?”

“Yeah, sure. Please come in and let’s use the front room.”

“You’ve had the surgery recently, I think,” Marc said.

“Yes, I’m still uncertain and trying to get used to it,” Robbie said.

They found seats and Marc asked, “Okay, why am I here?”

“I want to sue everyone involved with doing this to me. Especially my mother,” Robbie said.

“Difficult,” Marc said. “Your mother signed everything on your behalf. Did you protest? Did you tell them you didn’t want this?”

“Yes, many times but no one would listen. Everyone involved said it was the best thing for me. I finally gave up and went along with it.”

“I have to be honest, Robbie. I’m not sure that’s enough. Weren’t you seeing a shrink, a counselor, a psychiatrist who is supposedly some kind of expert in, what do they call it, gender affirming care?”

“Yes, a psychiatrist at the U, Dr. Friedman. He was in on it. He helped push me into this. Isn’t that some kind of medical malpractice? I’ve been researching it.”

“Maybe, I’m not sure. I don’t do those types of cases. Very, very few lawyers do. They are difficult, expensive and hard to win.”

“Oh, I see,” Robbie said with a disappointed attitude.

“Suing your mother would be just as difficult. She will say she relied on the advice of the professionals. Did people at your school get involved with this?”

“My former school, yes. The nurse, the school psychologist, the principal. They all insisted it was the right thingfor me. I’m just a kid, Marc. What did I know?” Robbie said, pleading, her eyes filling with tears.

“I tell you what I’ll do. I’ll refer you to a firm that does med mal cases. They’re a big firm, lots of money and lawyers. Someone will call you and talk to you about it. They will check it out and see if it’s a viable case to take on…”

“Thank you!” Robbie perked up and said.

“Hold it, Robbie. Slow it down. Don’t get your hopes up. Like I said, these cases are difficult and expensive. We’ll see.”

“Okay, you’re right, I understand,” Robbie said.

“I’ll call them as soon as I get back to my office. I’ll explain what’s going on. Someone will call you and at least you’ll have some accurate information.”

“There’s something else. I’m a little ashamed of and I didn’t want to tell you this, but I better tell you.”

“What?” Marc asked, seeing the sad, serious look on Robbie’s face.

Robbie drew in a deep breath, hesitated then told him, “I tried to kill myself a few days ago.”

“Okay, let’s hear it,” Marc said.

Robbie told him everything, starting with the first time she went looking for Priscilla’s sleeping pills. All of it up to date. Especially the part about knocking the girl out and putting her in a coma while playing volleyball.

“While I was in the hospital my mother told me she was awake. Her name is Amber and she’s out of the hospital and is back in school. I called her and she wasn’t mad about it. She knew I didn’t mean to do it.”

“Her teammates called you a freak and that night, you took the pills,” Marc said, not a question.

“Yes.”

“Did you get it out of your system? Are you over it, now?” Marc asked.

“Yes, I think so. The psychiatrist in the nut house…”

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