A Place in the Sun - cash au-

You Made Room For Me

When I arrive to the hospital Nash is already in the OR, they need to do surgery and called for me to give consent. I'm so glad Nash never got his emergency contact changed or I wouldn't have known what happened to him.

I didn't hang up with that doctor until I made sure they located the best neurosurgeon to do the surgery. Some fucking asshole hit Nash in the head so hard that they have to drill holes, they call them burr holes, in his skull to relieve the pressure caused by bleeding in his brain.

I swear to god when they find him I'll kill him myself. Nash was unconscious when he was found and luckily it hadn't taken too long for someone to find him, there was a witness who saw the man running away and called 911 right away.

I pace the waiting area as I wait for news about Nash, I'm approached by a young woman with a clipboard in her hands.

"Hi sir, are you the family member for Nash Grier?" She asks timidly, I stop pacing and nod at her.

"I'm from financial services here to register him into our system. Do you know if he has health insurance?" She asks and I shake my head no. As an intern he won't have benefits yet and he certainly wouldn't be able to pay a premium in his own. "Oh... well I can start an application for Medicaid if you don't mind filling out the information."

"No, don't bother, I'm paying cash for everything." I state flatly, I don't have it in me to be polite. This is the most stressed out and powerless I've ever felt in my entire life.

"You're making yourself financially responsible for his health care expenses? Sir, that number could easily go into the hundreds of thousands...  even the millions depending on his hospital course," she points out and I raise an eyebrow at her.

"Just give me the consent for treatment, I'll sign it." I snap at her and she takes a step back, I have very little patience on a good day and I have no idea how I'm not exploding at her right now.

She hands me the clipboard and I quickly sign my name.

"I want an itemized list of everything sent to this person," I instruct her and grab a card for my personal accountant from my wallet. I hold it out to her and she hesitates before taking it.

"Dallas... oh. You're Cameron Dallas? I'm so sorry sir, I had no idea." She gushes out and I clench my jaw as I stare blankly at her.

She takes the hint and leaves the waiting area, I begin to pace again.

An hour into my wait I get an update that Nash is stable and they're finishing up, the neurosurgeon will be out to speak to me after he's done.

I take out my phone and quickly find his parents contact.

It rings a couple of times before Nash's mother picks up.

"Hello?" She answers.

"Elizabeth, it's Cameron Dallas. I'm calling because there's been an issue with Nash, he was assaulted and is now having brain surgery. I apologize that it took me some hours to call you but they just told me he's stable." I get right to the point and I almost think she hung up on me because it's completely silent. "Did-?"

"I heard you... unfortunately we are unable to afford a flight out. Please send him my well wishes," she replies cooly and I stare incredulously at the wall as I try to process what she just said.