Cordy nodded. "Yeah."
Probably.
As long as she could smell John's 'scent', her heart would find security.
Then, all thoughts would be drained out of her mind, and she would unwittingly fall asleep.
"You could try retaining his scent," Jim suggested.
"What do you mean?" Cordy asked.
"A person's scent doesn't fade that easily. It might linger on clothes he wore or on the bedsheets and blankets he slept on. If you're sure of a relationship between you and him, I suggest you use his lingering scent to ease your insomnia."
"Lingering scent…?" Cordy murmured.
The more she thought about it, the more freakish it looked… as if she was becoming a deviant!
Jim could read her thoughts, however, and said solemnly, "Dignity is no concern when your health hangs in the balance. Even if men and women should observe propriety and keep their distance, don't male doctors see ladies in their birthday suits during surgery?"
Cordy could not help being impressed—psychiatrists really hit the nail on the head.
Even as she left his office, she was increasingly convinced that he was right.
As such, the instant she reached home, she hurried to the room where Lucas was staying last night, ready to carry all his blankets and pillows to his room to put the theory to the test.
However, she was left dumbstruck when she entered the room—there were no pillows or blankets left at all!
She quickly went looking for Winston, who explained, "Today's the monthly laundry day. Everything was taken away to be washed and dried, to clear any stains and germs."
Cordy actually felt as if she took a gut punch in that instant.
Winston saw Cordy's clearly stunned reaction. "Did I make a mistake, Ms. Sachs?"
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