"What visitors?" I asked in confusion. All the people we both knew were back home, and none of them would be calling Nick. They still believed he was dead. Nick looked at me and shrugged on his hoodie.
"Someone who needs your help. Doctor-help," he informed as he opened the door and exited the room. I trailed after him with several questions on my mind.
"Then they should go to the doctor. Just because I've been helping out at the doctors' office, doesn't mean I'm qualified to help anybody," I argued, staring at Nick. He texted someone on his phone as he answered me.
"They can't go to the doctor," he explained, and I facepalmed myself. I knew the exact reason why they couldn't go to a doctor without him even saying it.
"Nick, is this some shady stuff with some shady people? I don't
