It's not an emergency. He could call his parents. He could get them to take him and Tim to the hospital. He could get Tim to call his parents. He could call 911. He heard ambulances are expensive, but they can't be that expensive, right? Would it be more or less than a cab?
How much is a cab?
And how pissed are his parents gonna be if he calls them?
"My parents told me they...they wanted me to--" His voice sounds muffled to his own ears, like his head's stuffed with cotton. A muscle in his jaw throbs, the pain trailing down his neck. "Practice before college, so I have a--"
Not a credit card, not for another few months, but he's got a card, and he's got an account, and for the first time he's got more than some cents in a piggy bank, more than enough to get a slushie at the 7-11. They wanted him to practice managing money, like he's some kind of adult. Like they're just assuming he's not gonna be a starving artist, like they're just assuming he's gonna give up on his passions the second he hits the real world. Whatever they think they're teaching him, he knows it's not going to apply.
"I can afford--" He blinks, and for a dizzying moment it looks like the trees are vibrating. He screws his eyes shut, still moving forward. "I just can, alright?"
*face in hands* jay
It's not an emergency. He could call his parents. He could get them to take him and Tim to the hospital. He could get Tim to call his parents. He could call 911. He heard ambulances are expensive, but they can't be that expensive, right? Would it be more or less than a cab?
How much is a cab?
And how pissed are his parents gonna be if he calls them?
"My parents told me they...they wanted me to--" His voice sounds muffled to his own ears, like his head's stuffed with cotton. A muscle in his jaw throbs, the pain trailing down his neck. "Practice before college, so I have a--"
Not a credit card, not for another few months, but he's got a card, and he's got an account, and for the first time he's got more than some cents in a piggy bank, more than enough to get a slushie at the 7-11. They wanted him to practice managing money, like he's some kind of adult. Like they're just assuming he's not gonna be a starving artist, like they're just assuming he's gonna give up on his passions the second he hits the real world. Whatever they think they're teaching him, he knows it's not going to apply.
"I can afford--" He blinks, and for a dizzying moment it looks like the trees are vibrating. He screws his eyes shut, still moving forward. "I just can, alright?"