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He put a hand on my lower back to lead me out of the hallway. “I noticed that she was out of her long acting and short acting insulin, what happened?” He maintained a calm stance but his concern was seeping through, in contrast I looked like a mess, eyes bloodshot from all the crying, pale skin and not much difference between my hair and a bird's nest. “We don't have insurance and our medical debt keeps rising…” The words that were coming out of my mouth didn’t feel like they were mine at all. It felt like an out of body experience. I was moving but it didn't feel like it was me making all these movements.

Vincent's POV I have never missed a day at work before but for some reason, i decided to stay home today because of Elias. I noticed he was having trouble drawing and their reopening is just a few days away. I wanted to do something to help him so i decided to take him out. I knew about the amusement park since high school.

Either they were incredibly kind or incredibly naive about liability issues. "Thank you," I said carefully. "But I should probably go to a hospital. Get checked out properly." Something flickered across his face—disappointment? "If that's what you want. But you're welcome to stay here until you're feeling stronger." The offer was tempting. More than tempting. For the first time in years, I was somewhere James couldn't find me. Somewhere he didn't even know to look. "I don't have insurance," I admitted. It wasn't entirely true—I was still technically covered under James's plan—but using it would be like sending up a flare signal.

I managed to say in between sobs. “Two…maybe three months at best.” My heart sank to the floor. “Dr Gray, where do I get 1.5 million dollars within such a limited time!” Having sold virtually every single property I and my mother owned, down to our TV. I was only able to raise a miserly $20,000; which is hardly enough to scratch the surface. “Don't you have health insurance?” The doctor asked hopefully. A dry chuckle escaped my lips. “Sort of…” I said wiping my tears with the back of my hand, “I've called and made several claims, but it keeps getting denied over and over again on the basis of my Mom's pre-existing medical condition.”

“Yes, she’s my…friend’s mother.” He stumbled over the word ‘friend.’ Were they friends? Friends with benefits? Or was she his girlfriend? “There is no private health cover for the patient,” the nurse said. “I am aware of that,” he replied, although he hadn’t been. “There will be a cost—” “I am also aware of that,” he said, using his ‘arsehole boss’ voice as Natalie called it. “You can bill me for it.” He slid a business card across the desk.

I sigh. "What are these for?" He questions. "My health" "What about your health?" I place my feet on the chair and hug my knee close to me"I have low cholesterol problem. I've had it for years" I tell him and he's still eyeing the drugs. I haven't really told anyone except Kay who guessed I was taking drugs for something. "Why didn't you tell me" He brings the water to me along with the drugs.

"You don't have to bother thinking about whether I'll get bored or not." "Who's thinking about you?! Too much confidence won't be good for your health, Hugo." "Most of my friends are doctors. You don't have to worry about my health either. They'll be happy to treat me if my health is compromised." Noe exclaimed casually. Jerrald's eyeballs rolled lazily again. This time he chose to ignore Noe's words. Jerrald didn't want his health to suffer. More precisely, his mental health was because he had a crazy cousin like Noe.

EASTON'S POV This illness that I'm suffering from is a rare disease that I've been suffering from since childhood. No one knows what kind of disease it is, let alone how to cure it. We've done everything possible, and I've even travelled to various countries to find a great doctor to help me. But they couldn't help me to recover. They couldn't even identify the type of illness. The sickness came without a trigger, even though I was in good health. Nothing was wrong, my blood pressure was normal, there were no blockages or anything abnormal.

Date Of Birth: 7 December 2000 Marital Status: Single Language Spoken: English Guardian: Braxton Creed Provider: Ashton Medical Centre Doctor: Brent Bryant HEALTH HISTORY: Diabetes: [Nil] High Blood Pressure: [Nil] High Cholesterol: [Nil] Broken Bones: Left arm, right middle finger, right large toe, and cheekbone. [Dating back from 2009 to 2018] Other Health Conditions: *The patient believes she suffers from claustrophobia. A diagnosis has not been made. *Allergic to bees: Severely. *Asthmatic: Moderate. SOCIAL HISTORY: Smoke: Occasionally. Drinks Alcohol: Yes. 3-6 times a month.

"You neglected your health for him?" "C'mon Paige, I can't say "no, I'm sick. I'm scared I can't go out" Who does that?!"She paused. I felt like she was using too much of her energy to speak. "I can't do that if anyone would do that. My health can't stop me from living. Nothing can." "Is that... the only reason?"I teased. "Why you forgot you health?" "Of course no!"She exclaimed, then winced in pain."Oh, I'm dry Paige. Get me water please."