❝Urgent care or ER? Those are your two options. We’re not staying here.❞
He groaned, one hand on his stomach and the other leaning against the wall - this was exactly what he got for agreeing to go to a dodgy restaurant. Sure, it looked homely from the outside and the lady that ran it was nice, but Nathaniel had never eaten anything less than four star his entire life (and that was downgraded for him) - his stomach did not like it.
“What is the difference between Urgent Care or the ER?” he grumbled, managing some sarcasm even with the rumbling of his stomach, “Hate to be disgusting, but all I need right now is a bathroom.”
















