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"I don't have any insurance." You say. Luciana cringes.

"But what about your savings?" Irina asks.

You look down. You **** out "is it hundreds, or thousands of dollars?"

Irina looks uneasy. "You're not going to be able to afford this care without getting into severe debt. Just a month will set you back hundreds of thousands of dollars. Even today's sessions are going to cost you thousands of dollars in the minimum."

You feel tears roll down your cheeks. Are you really going to die because you didn't have insurance? Are you going to lose your cock and balls because you didn't have the right job? How will you work when you can barely walk and need to cum multiple times a day?

Luciana pats you on the back. She bends down and talks to you.

"Hey. Even if you don't have the money, something can be worked out. Irina is going to draw you out a plan. Do you have a girfriend?"

"We broke up a while ago" you say.

"You're going to have to call up female friends, ex-girlfriends, anyone you've fucked with. This is going to be your support network until you can get back to work. When you get back to your job, you'll have documentation. They'll have to support you or they'll be breaking disability law. And if that happens you can sue the bastards and get enough money to retire."

You smile.

"I feel uncomfortable asking them. It's been so long. Will they even believe me?"

"You write up a list. Me and Irina will call them, and explain your medical situation. We'll send you home with whoever can pick you up."