When things couldn't seem any worse than they already had been, we have Dr. Whitby with the intent of killing the warden of the prison where she worked, only to be stopped by Deadpool himself, who knocked the warden out in time before anyone could shoot him in his own apartment, which blew up anyway.
As Deadpool got rid of the psychiatrist's meat galore, in stumbled the obsessed woman, burned and maddened like the man of her obsession, before shooting herself through the mouth, which concludes Deadpool's time in England and being haunted by cosplaying psychiatrists who should know better.
As it happens, in Deadpool MAX, there was also a psychiatrist, as obsessed with her mercenary boy toy as Dr. Whitby though with enough reason for Deadpool to be sleeping with, who turned out to be a patient in an asylum and capable of killing people in the name of love. But that's an entirely unrelated story.
Deadpool's self-hatred was accounted for in this issue from his apparent distaste of even coming into contact with his own body parts to that of Dr. Whitby, who was trying so studiously to be just like him. To further fuel his own self-hatred, a new Deadpool will be running amok in the next issue, twice the original's viciousness, without the sarcasm and mercenary's charisma. If the last page of the issue isn't convincing enough, where Evil Deadpool was seen born from the discarded body parts of the original Deadpool in a dumpster complete with the mercenary's inner voices, this should be.