The young blonde registration clerk’s eyes darted back and forth between them as though she didn’t know what to do. Please, bill me,” Trevor said, and Simon’s muscles tightened in annoyance. “Can I get your insurance information?” The clerk’s question snapped Simon out of his memories. The pride that filled him when he saved someone. Missed the whole process that led a patient to his table. What he was doing was so much more important, but now, as crazy as it sounded, he actually missed it. One day at a time.Ī registration clerk came back to get all of Trevor’s information. That’s what they told him in his classes. The things he risked losing if he screwed up. He thought about the things he had in his life that were important to him. The last thing he needed was to get any of that shit in his system again. Drinking might have been his gateway, but there had been plenty of pills that followed it, and other drugs behind the pills. Trevor really had no choice except to follow him, and his hand hurt like a bitch. Dixon, we have a room for you.” The receptionist stuck her head out of the sliding door.īefore Trevor said anything, Simon was walking back.
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