Novelas y relatos de I Have No Health

“I know, doc, I just need a bit of time.” “Can’t your parents help?” she asked. I almost laughed. “I’ll manage,” I told her before hanging up. I set the phone down and pressed my hand over my sternum. The pacemaker hummed faintly, steady and mechanical, as if mocking the weakness of the heart it replaced. Just graduated, barely any savings, and now every bank and insurance company had shut its doors on me. Too risky. Too flawed. Too expensive to keep alive. I lay back on the bed, staring at the cracked ceiling, and let the truth sink in. I had no one.

And he knows it. He has a red sweatshirt and jean shorts that have seen better times. His black hair is stuck to his forehead with sweat from the fever that I'm sure is over forty degrees. I sit next to him and calculate in my mind how much money I have in the drawer. Every day I throw dollars and cents without measuring what I put into it. However, three days ago I calculated and I know I have enough for primary health care. "Joshua, get up, I'll take you to the hospital." "I have my uniform on and I don't mean to take it off." The faster I take my brother the calmer I will be. Please honey. We must go and rule out any virus.

Justin asked Richard, and immediately he shook his head negatively. "No, I'm not, or do I look sick?" Richard asked him. "No, you don't, but you said you can't go to Mummy's new company because of your health issues, but normally someone who has health issues is sick, right?" Justin asked Richard, who smiled once again before patting his head.

he asked. I nodded. "Yes. Just a small apartment." "Okay. Good that you have one." I didn't answer again. Silence reigned between us. No one wanted to speak, so I just lay down on the bed. For sure, this hospital stay is another expense. I don't have any money. I don't even have money to pay my dad's debt, and now I'm sick. You're so stupid, Rosetta. Why did you get rained on? What do you think you are? Waterproof?

But then again, if I hadn’t quit my job, I wouldn’t have run into him. I was jobless, without parents or a partner. I didn’t have many people I could call for help. I didn’t have anyone that could lend me more than a thousand dollars. I couldn’t take out a loan since I didn’t have a job. Was the world playing some sort of joke on me? If it was, it was cruel as hell. I almost broke down in tears again, but I remembered how I landed in the hospital. Wait, if he brought me here… “do I also owe you for the bills?” I winced. The room was very large, which meant each hour spent here was expensive as hell.

He blinked, his body becoming tense as I drew myself towards him. “I will try. I promise, I swear. I just… I don’t have a good reason. Don’t say my health, I don’t care about that. Or myself. I need a good balance. I have to care about something that isn’t me.” I explained, I know it sounds bad, but that’s the real truth.

Hey guys, I am super sick, sick to the point I can't breathe. Hence, no update today. I am also working on another book too that makes it even more hectic. Hope you all understand that I'll be updating soon if not tomorrow. I'm trying to get back to health but that's about it. The rest is word count. As the text won't be eligible to be posted otherwise and I don't want to leave you hanging. Aa aa aa aa aa aa aa aa aa aa aa aaa aaa aaa aaa aa aa aa aaa a aa aa aa

she whispered, though her body betrayed her with every shiver, every bead of sweat. “No, you’re not,” I snapped, though my voice cracked in my throat. My hands fisted uselessly at my sides. I couldn’t even hold her. Couldn’t even touch her. Heath looked at me, his expression grim. “This isn’t sickness,” he said. “It’s… something else.” I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. All I could do was stand there, completely helpless.

They were still aching. I didn't know how I survived to get into my apartment last night, despite the rain, but I did. I lazily scrolled through the notifications again, my numb fingers moving over the screen. The Past Due came. Final warning. Debt. The last text from the hospital's billing office. $180 due to begin treatment. Without insurance, there was no plan. No options. No future. Then I saw it. A ping from an old app I barely remember signing up for during my post-graduation job search frenzy.

he stated. "Health insurance?" I repeated, my voice laced with incredulity. "But I didn't ask for it." "I didn't want to take any risks," he explained. "What if you were to develop a serious illness that would require millions to treat? I secured myself beforehand." I couldn't help but let out a sarcastic chuckle, shaking my head in disbelief. "Ah, yes, because my imaginary million-dollar illnesses are just lurking around the corner," I retorted, my tone dripping with sarcasm. "Thank you for saving yourself from the burden of my nonexistent medical bills."