Brodie had no idea who this guy was, but he was freaking gorgeous and had a posh English accent to boot. He wasn't going to object the help, though. He needed to pee, and then he could worry about everything else. He would be lying if he didn't admit he was nervy about this whole thing, though, because he had basic medical insurance and there was no way it would cover a place like this. How had he even ended up here? It was fucking dejavu. Why was he making a habit of randomly showing up in places he had no idea how he got here? The last thing he remembered was being back in Charleston, at the memorial garden and Asher...
No. NO. That was stupid. There was no way Asher had been there. His mind was playing tricks on him and he was worried the cancer was spreading quicker than they thought and maybe he was losing his mind? It was either that, or he was blacking out or hallucinating. He was terrified, but he didn't quite want to leave the comfort of denial. Denial was easy. In denial, he wasn't dying. He would get better. It was no big deal. He hesitantly took the guys hand and let him help him up from the bed. Brodie's legs were weak and shaky and he had no choice but lean on the guy... Xavier, for help. The bathroom was attached to the bedroom and Brodie was in there a little while taking care of business. The bathroom was bigger than his and Caleb's apartment. Jesus fuck, this hospital was going to send him broke.
He came back out once he washed his hands and wet his lips. "This is... it's real nice and all, Dr Carlisle, but I can't afford this place. Just point me in the direction of the exit and I'll call a cab or something. It's cool. Thanks for the help, but your suit there probably costs more than I pay on insurance a year."
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No. NO. That was stupid. There was no way Asher had been there. His mind was playing tricks on him and he was worried the cancer was spreading quicker than they thought and maybe he was losing his mind? It was either that, or he was blacking out or hallucinating. He was terrified, but he didn't quite want to leave the comfort of denial. Denial was easy. In denial, he wasn't dying. He would get better. It was no big deal. He hesitantly took the guys hand and let him help him up from the bed. Brodie's legs were weak and shaky and he had no choice but lean on the guy... Xavier, for help. The bathroom was attached to the bedroom and Brodie was in there a little while taking care of business. The bathroom was bigger than his and Caleb's apartment. Jesus fuck, this hospital was going to send him broke.
He came back out once he washed his hands and wet his lips. "This is... it's real nice and all, Dr Carlisle, but I can't afford this place. Just point me in the direction of the exit and I'll call a cab or something. It's cool. Thanks for the help, but your suit there probably costs more than I pay on insurance a year."