I want to tell them, "Chip, Kim, there is no way to suicide-proof a person.
What did she see in me? What does she see that I don't?
Cut the ending. Revise the script. The man of her dreams is a girl.
They didn't guarantee you'd come out a whole person.
The sad truth is, they should never trust me.
As they were carting him off on a gurney, all I could think was, I wish that was me.