He heard the footsteps move closer and Jonas stood, gaining his composure before turning to find Nurse Morgan paused at the end of Alan’s bed. “You doing okay?” she asked kindly. “No,” Jonas answered in a hoarse voice. The nurse nodded, and Jonas gathered by her expression that she was aware of his current situation. Jonas would have to find another place to stay, but that was near-impossible without Alan. Besides, he wouldn’t leave him. He would never leave his brother. Tears threatened to break through once again, and Jonas moved quickly to adjust Alan’s blankets, tucking them neatly into the corners of the bed to distract himself. He felt Nurse Morgan watching him, and when he looked over, she leaned in closer. “There might be someone who can help you,” she whispered, tossing a cautious glance at the door. “I’m not supposed to offer referrals, but this is for a medical trial.
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