“Now before you start
worrying too much,” the doctor told Jerry, “I’m still going with my original
diagnosis of bronchitis. It’s gotten a bit worse, undoubtedly because of your
living conditions. Unfortunately I can’t give you a stronger dose of pills as
we’re not allowed to keep them here.”
“Write him a prescription
for what he needs,” Tad said.
“And just how will he, or you,
pay for it?” the doctor asked, eyeing Tad.
“I’ll steal the money?” Tad
replied with a straight face.
“Young man, that is not an
acceptable option,” the doctor told him firmly.
Tad smiled. “I know. I have
the money. I’m their friend but I don’t live on the streets.”
The doctor nodded. “If
you’re their friend and are willing to do that…” He began writing out the
prescription then looked back at Tad. “Friend enough to let Jerry crash at your
place until he starts to improve?”
“Already in the works.”
“Very good.” The doctor
handed him the script. “I’ll ease the hit to your wallet a bit and get him a
couple of bottles of cough syrup from the dispensary.”
As soon as the doctor left
the room Roy
said tightly, “We haven’t agreed to stay on with you.”
“Now you don’t have a
choice,” Tad told him with a bit of a grin. “Doctor’s orders so you have to.”
“Please, Roy,” Jerry put in, his look hopeful.
“I…well…Okay but just until
you’re not coughing out a lung every time you turn around.”
“That works,” Tad told them,
admonishing himself severely because his next thought was that he hoped it
would be a while before that happened.
Awesome! Tad is funny and I hope he a very good person. Roy wants help I am sure but to trust and let someone in is hard to do when you have been let down. Jerry will have to woke on Jerry to have him think everything through.
ReplyDeleteYep. Hopefully he'll succeed.
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