“Lad, I think we have to take you to a clinic or call your doctor. Bambi says it will help.” Lad doesn’t reply; he continues to roll around in pain.
“No clinics.” He grumbles, not wanting anyone to know he is going through this.
“Can you think about anything else besides your reputation right now? We are trying to save your life.” I grab him a sweater and a hat. But I think he might actually want to die before ever showing weakness as an idol.
I’m scared, I don’t want him to die. But all I keep doing is flicking my eyes over to Lad as I drive to the doctor’s office. I scream at the secretary when she doesn’t take this seriously. I tell her he is dying, and I don’t know if it is truth or a lie. But it gets the job done, even if she told me several times to take him to the emergency room.
