Jason had been taken cared of. He was now under observation in the clinic. The doctor gave him an IV drip along with a doze of alkaline.
"Oscar?" the doctor called out.
Oscar stood up from the floor. He was obviously rattled. He peeked slowly inside the room. "Yes?" He was at a loss for words.
"Come in, please. Do you know him? Do you know anyone who can sign on his behalf?" The doctor was holding a chart with a thick layer of paper stacked together. He was young, probably in his early thirties. He was wearing glasses, and his hair was slick and well-styled. He was wearing a doctor’s coat, and a pair of loafers. He was quite a fashionable man.
"Yes, I am his boyfriend. I can sign for him. Is he going to be fine?" Oscar was worried about him. He looked around, searching for his boyfrien
