(Watson House, Lebanon)
Nathan parks his car in the driveway and gets out. He walks onto the porch and stops at the door. He takes a deep breath and rings the doorbell. He hears the sound of footsteps approaching, the door opens.
Nathan: Mrs. Watson?
Brenda: Dr. Horton, please come in.
He steps in and she closes the door.
Brenda: I was happy to get your call last night, thank you for agreeing to meet with me.
Nathan nods and looks away.
Brenda: Can I get you something to drink or anything?
Nathan: No, I would just like to get this over with please.
Brenda: I understand. We can talk in the study.
He follows her down the hall and into the study. She closes the door and sits down behind a desk, she motions for him to take a seat.
Nathan: Thank you, but I would rather stand.
Brenda: Very well. There is no point in beating around the bush, you know why I have contacted you.
Nathan: Yes I do. And just so you know, I have already made my decision. But I do have one question.
Brenda: How do I know about you?
Nathan: Yes.
Brenda sighs and looks up at him.
Brenda: If I may say this first, I already know my husbands history. I know he raped your mother.
Nathan: You know?! You know he raped my mother and yet you still contact me asking that I be tested for a donor match?!
Brenda: Yes.
Nathan lets out a laugh and shakes his head.
Nathan: This is unbelievable!
Brenda: Dr. Horton-
Nathan: Look, lets not waste anymore of each others time! My answer is no.
He starts towards the door. Brenda stands up with tears in her eyes.
Brenda: Dr. Horton please!
He stops at the door and looks at her.
Brenda: All I am asking is that you please hear me out.
Nathan: Why? It doesnt matter what you say, Im not changing my mind.
Brenda: Please! Just have a seat and hear me out.
He takes a deep breath and sits down in a chair.
Brenda: Thank you.
Nathan looks at her.
Brenda: As I said, I know about my husbands history. He served four years in prison over what he did to your mother. He spent the last year of his sentence at the local halfway house. It was during that time when I first met him, he was referred to me by the state.
Nathan: Referred to you for what?
Brenda: I am a psychologist. It was a condition of his release from prison that he attend weekly sessions.
Nathan: So?
Brenda: Wes had a very troubled childhood. His mother died while giving birth to him and his father was an abusive alcoholic. He always blamed Wes for his mothers death, always reminding him that he was the reason she was gone. Not only was his father physically abusive, but he was also sexually abusive. He would beat Wes with a leather belt, then make him take a shower while he watched. Wes endured this for the first twelve years of his life until his father died of a heart attack. He was sent to live with his grandmother, but by then it was to late. When he entered his teenage years, all the anger and resentment took over. He became a very rebellious teen and was arrested for the first time at fourteen years old for grand theft auto. Along with the charges, he was ruled beyond parental control and was sent to a residential treatment facility. After eight months in the facility he was released and went into foster care. The whole cycle just started over again, and he was arrested again at sixteen for armed robbery. He was then sentenced to a DJJ facility in Kentucky, which is basically a lockup for teenagers. He stayed there until he was eighteen then came back to Nashville. He moved back in with his grandmother and somewhat got a grip on his life. He got a job as a roofer with a local construction company, but unfortunately it would be that job that would put him back on the wrong path. One of his co-workers was a cocaine dealer on the side and Wes indulged. He was eventually fired and spent the next few years bouncing from job to job, all the while his cocaine addiction was worsening. He then got the job as a bouncer at the club-
Nathan: Where he would eventually rape my mother.
Brenda closes her eyes and shakes her head.
Brenda: Wes was alot of negative things back then, but the one thing he never was is a rapist. The last thing he can recall about that night is getting the flashlight out of his truck. He had just took cocaine before escorting your mother out.
Nathan: So what I am supposed to do?! Forgive him?! Hope for a father, son relationship?!
Brenda: Of course not.
Nanthan: Good.
Brenda whipes tears out of her eyes.
Brenda: When the DNA test confirmed that he raped your mother, he could not live with himself. He tried to commit suicide twice in jail while awaiting the trial. Coupled with the memories of his own sexual abuse as a child, he did not want to go on. But after the trial and his sentencing, he was transferred to the state prison. While there he became cellmates with the man he credits to saving his life. His name was Abdul Hill, a former gang member from Los Angeles. Abdul tracked down a debtor to his gang that had fleed here to Tennesee to hideout. Abdul killed the debtor, then killed the mans family after they witnessed the murder. Although Abdul was a gang member and did what he did, he was very dedicated to his own family. He was caught and sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole. He was very defiant at first, but later found the will to dedicate his life in prison to help the other inmates who still had the chance to turn their lives around. Wes was fortunate to be one of them. He completely changed his mindset, got his general equivalency diploma and decided that he wanted to start his own rape crisis center when he got out one day. As I told you before, I met him after accepting him as a patient after he entered the halfway house. After that year was over, he enrolled in college and eventually completed a masters degree in social work and counseling. He worked as a support staff at a local residential treatment facility while going to school. I was brought in to evaluate a case there and that is how we rekindled. One thing lead to another and here we are married.
Nathan sighs and looks down at the floor.
Brenda: Two years ago Wes's dream came true, we opened the Watson Crisis Center and run it together.
Nathan: Congratulations, but that still does not change my position.
Brenda: I understand your position Dr. Horton, but I can honestly tell you that I have never met anyone that carries more regret with them than Wes does over what he did to your mother.
Nathan: You never told me how you found out about me.
Brenda: The Monroe Children's Hospital in Vanderbilt.
Nathan: Monroe? That is where I worked for my medical school clinical hours before graduation.
Brenda: Yes I know. We donate every year to their annual fundraiser. You volunteered during the 2009 one.
Nathan: Yes I did, how did you know that?
Brenda: The hospital mails out a packet to the donors which contains all the information about the fundraiser. Your picture and short biography was included in the 2009 packet. When I saw your picture, the resemblance to Wes was uncanny. I knew your mothers last name was Horton and just connected the dots. There was no doubt in my mind that Wes was your father, I needed no further confirmation.
Nathan leans foward and looks at her.
Nathan: Let me make this perfectly clear! Your husband is not my father!
Brenda: I apologize Dr. Horton. I was speaking in a different sense of course.
Nathan sits back.
Brenda: I have never told Wes about you. He doesnt know that I sent you the letter.
Nathan: So only you know about me?
Brenda: Yes. After you graduated I kept tabs on your career, I knew you moved to Salem and started an internship at University Hospital. That is why I sent the letter to the hospital address.
Brenda looks out the window and starts to tear up again.
Brenda: Six months ago we found out that Wes was suffering from chronic kidney failure due to years of high blood pressure. The doctor proclaimed last week that he had entered end stage renal disease. I am assuming you know what that is?
Nathan: ESRD, of course.
Brenda: As I said before Dr. Horton, I understand your position. But as a wife who loves her husband, I will do anything to try and save his life.
He looks at her
Brenda: Will you please be tested to see if you can help us?
Nathan stands up and and shakes his head.
Nathan: I'm sorry, but my answer is still no. I dont mean to be blunt, but I cannot help your husband.
Brenda bursts into tears.
Brenda: Dr. Horton, I am begging you!
Nathan: So this was your plan?! To tell the sob story of your husbands upbringing? To tell the redemption of his life? I suppose my heart should be melted by now? I should be so full of compassion right?!
Brenda: As someone who took the hippocratic oath, I was hoping that maybe you would feel some compassion.
Nathan: That is true Mrs. Watson, I am a physician who took the hippocratic oath. But before that and still to this day, I am the son of the woman that your husband raped. I hope you can understand!
He walks towards the door again.
Brenda: Dr. Horton please!
He turns around again.
Nathan: For the last time, my answer is no!
He pulls the door open and is startled to find a teenage girl standing in the hall. She stares at him, tears rolling down her cheeks. Brenda walks up behind Nathan and sees her.
Brenda: Cassidy!
Nathan looks at Brenda confused, then looks back at Cassidy.
Cassidy: Please dont let my dad die!