Trustworthy help

16. Vet.

The next morning I wake up before corpse does. I get up and make some breakfast for the both of us. When done I walk over to the bathroom, but I stop when I hear something coming from the bedroom. Heavy breathing? I knock on the door 'Hey, everything okay?' I ask from outside the room. He doesn't answer. 'I'm coming in.' I say.

He sits up in bed, tears leaving his eyes. I rush to him, sitting down and pulling him in for a hug. He doesn't hug me back as he silently cries. 'What's going on?' I ask. He looks at me 'call a doctor, please.' He says. I look at him for a second before getting his phone from the night stand. 'Should I be worried?' I ask. 'Please just dial the number and put it on speaker.' He says. He sniffles. 'Okay, I will.' I dial the contact named doctor and lay it in his lap. 'Could you give me a second?' He asks. I nod, getting up and leaving the room. I close the door softly. What could be wrong? He just woke up.

After a while he calls out to me. I make my may to the bedroom and open the door. 'What's going on?' I ask. 'Can you help me out?' He asks. 'Yes of course.' I say. He tries to take hold of his phone but it seems hard to move his fingers. After a second I realize it was the arm that was going fine. 'Corpse....' I walk over and sit next to him. 'I can't fucking do anything!' His sudden outburst makes me freeze. 'Why this too?' He asks. I place my hand over the one now holding the phone. 'Can you go to the doctor?' I ask. 'Yes.' He answers shortly. 'What time?' He looks up 'now.' I stand up 'what do I need to do?' I ask. 'I need to change.' He says. I take the clothes that hang over the end of the bed and I lay them next to him. Putting his phone back onto his nightstand. He looks down at his shirt and then at me. 'Can you help?' He asks. 'Take it off?' He blushes as little as he looks away 'Yes please.' He mumbles. I walk over and help him take it off. For his sake I try my hardest not to look at his chest. It would be easier if this man didn't have so many muscles. I help him put on a shirt and a vest. 'I can do the rest.' He says. I nod and leave him be. When he walks out I grab my keys along with his. 'Ready?' I ask. 'He looks at the table 'You made breakfast?' He says a little sad. 'We'll have it later, it's okay.' I say as I open the door. He gets out and we make our way to the car.

At the hospital it basically comes down to the same thing. A fit young man in his early twenties shouldn't be able to have fibromyalgia. So they dismiss it. The only thing for his hand is muscle training and a brace around both arms. I sit silently besides him as the doctor makes it worse and worse. 'You can get physical therapy and muscle training at this address.' The doctor says as he writes it down on a note. 'And the braces can comes from this site.' I watch the man write it down on a piece of paper. 'Will the insurance cover this?' Corpse asks. 'I'm afraid not. Maybe a small part of the physical therapy, but it won't be much.' The doctor says. 'I'll give him the physical therapy.' I say. The doctor looks at me. 'I'm a military nurse. Muscle problems accrue often.' I say. 'Very well.' The doctor says before he turns back to corpse. 'I'll give you medication for the inflammation and pain. It's the best I can do.' The doctor says. Corpse nods but I disagree. 'May I ask why it's so impossible to diagnose fibromyalgia?' Both men look at me. 'It normally accrues to females. And besides that, he's fit, he's not over weight, and he's young. We did some tests but there wasn't a lot to see on there either.' The doctor says. 'But you understand he has severe problems with his muscles. He has light sensitivity to his eyes. And he has sleep problems. Next to that he has anxiety. You know all this links to fibromyalgia.' I say. 'I... I do, miss. We're looking into it.' He says.

After a bit I give up. I tried. If they tried to treat him, it may work. Why aren't they.
'Thanks for helping out back there.' He says in the car. 'I tried all I could.' I say. At home I sit him down and start on the "therapy" the best I can. I rub roughly down his arm to stimulate the muscles but he sucks in a sharp breath. 'I'm sorry.' I say as I look at his pained expression. ' No- no go ahead.' I keep going and he lets out a deep breath when I'm done. I kiss his hand 'sorry.'

After a bit of him being in the bedroom, he walk out holding his phone. 'Do you think these are good?' He asks as he shows me arm braces. 'Yeah, I don't see why not.' He hums and walk back while looking at his screen.

It's one in the morning. For once corpse is asleep as well around this time. But not for much longer as my phone buzzes loudly on the wooden nightstand. 'Christ.' I say as I roll over to grab it. 'What?' I ask annoyed.

'I'm sorry to call this late.'
'Eve? What's going on?'

I sit up in bed, corpse waking up.

'It's Leo, he's not doing good, we're going to take him to the vet.'
'What? Why? What's wrong with him?'
'He's breathing really weird and it's scaring me. It's like he can't breath at all.'
'What can I do?'

I get up out of bed and pace around with my hand on my forehead.

'Nothing. I'll take him to the vet.'
'Please let me know how it goes.'
'I will. Talk soon.'
'Yes, talk soon.'

She hangs up and I stare at my phone.

I start to bite the inside of my lip. 'Amelia, come back to bed.' Corpse says. I look at him and slowly sit down on the bed. 'What's wrong?' He asks. 'Leo isn't doing well, Eve is taking him to the vet.' I say. 'Why? What's wrong with him?' He asks. I look behind me. He's having a hard time keeping his eyes open 'I'll hear from her later. Lets just go back to sleep.' I say. He hums, already looking asleep.

Please let nothing be wrong.