"You sometimes forget that you are not in America anymore," Nabulungi bumped her shoulders against Connor's arm, as they were being led through the dark hallways by a nurse.

Connor peeked into the wards as they walked. There were at least twenty beds in each ward the size of Connor's living room at home. Connor frowned at the peeling walls and meagre amenities.

Back when he was still occupied with peddling Mormonism, Connor never once realised how selfish he was. He was not proselytising for the sake of helping the Ugandans, but for himself. Connor was trying to make up to Heavenly Father, for being gay, so that he would not end up in Hell. Only after the disastrous week did he finally wake up and saw things as they really were.

None of the Elders were forced to stay in Uganda after the incident with the mission president, nor were they coerced into abandoning their faith, but all of them did so anyway. Together, they have learnt to help the villagers by putting themselves in villagers' shoes, and not by proclaiming what kind of help they need from a pedestal like some kind of self-important saviour. He is usually very good at putting himself in the shoes of the Ugandans, except for times like this.

"You're right Nabulungi. I'm sorry," Connor shook his head.

The nurse stopped in front of a closed door, "Kevin Price. This room."

"Thank you," Connor smiled at the nurse.

—

Connor was expecting it to be like one of the crowded wards they had passed. He was surprised when he opened the door, and it was just Kevin in the small private room.

A sleeping, shirtless Kevin, with the thin blanket pooling around his waist. Connor could see the edge of the white bandage on his side. He strode over to the bed and pulled the blanket up to Kevin's neck.

When he turned back to Nabulungi, she was rolling her eyes.

"What? It's chilly," Connor reasoned.

"Oh yes yes Elder, it is so cold here in Uganda," Nabulungi smirked.

"Maybe he doesn't want us to see, you know, him like that," Connor had a feeling that he was digging the hole a little deeper each time he opened his mouth.

Nabulungi laughed, "Have you met Elder Price?"

She was right. Connor and the other Elders ditched their stuffy temple garments, but Kevin decided to ditch the concept of shirts altogether. He can often be seen in only a pair of Bermudas while working on the new school building under the scorching hot sun.

Connor changed the topic, "Not that I'm complaining, but why do we get a nicer room compared to the others?"

"They see white people, they assume you have the money," Nabulungi answered matter-of-factly.

Connor shelved the thought for later and took the seat beside Kevin's bed, while Nabulungi sat on the foot of the bed.

Connor yawned, "It's one in the morning. Too late for us to try and find a hotel."

"I saw a shower room along the corridor, you can go have your shower, and then we sleep here," Nabulungi pointed to the ground.

"Sounds like a plan. An uncomfortable plan, but a plan," Connor started unpacking their bag but stopped, "Thank you, Nabulungi. For being here. I really don't know how I'd have fared without your help."

"You are very welcome, Elder McKinley," Nabulungi smiled warmly at him.

He continued to unpack their bag, "I wonder how the other Elders are doing, it's the first time I've not returned for the night."

"It's okay Elder, they have Arnold," Nabulungi said with a straight face.

Both of them locked eyes for a second before bursting out into fits of laughter.

The commotion roused Kevin from his sleep. He turned his head towards Connor and slowly blinked open his eyes. It took a few seconds for him to get his bearings before his eyes focused on Connor's face.

"Look who's awake," Connor grinned.

Kevin's mouth formed a shape which resembled 'Hey' and then 'Water'.

Connor couldn't stop grinning at the sight of Kevin being awake. He quickly uncapped the bottle and brought it to Kevin's mouth. With one hand supporting Kevin's head, Connor poured the water slowly into his mouth.

"Better?" Connor laid Kevin's head back down onto the pillow.

"Mmmm," Kevin looked at Connor, and then at Nabulungi, "what's so funny?"

"Oh nothing," Connor said, "the doctor said you'll be able to leave in the morning."

"I've been told," Kevin nodded, "what time is it?"

Connor's smile faltered at how soft and quiet Kevin's voice was. Quiet and Kevin were antonymous. He wanted their loud and boisterous Kevin back.

"One thirty in the morning," Connor checked his watch.

"Hotel?" Kevin breathed.

"No, we are going to have a sleepover in your room!" Nabulungi patted Kevin's knee.

Kevin raised his eyebrow in question.

Connor shrugged, "We'll just crash on the floor."

"Are you sure? I could share the bed," Kevin tried to scoot over but was stopped by the pain, "Ow, ow fuck."

"Hey, no. No, please don't move. Are you okay?"

Kevin's eyes were closed, but he gave Connor a thumbs-up. Connor continued to hover around Kevin, in case he needed any help. When Kevin opened his eyes again, they were staring intently into Connor's.

"Thanks," Kevin whispered, gazing over to Nabulungi, "both of you."

Nabulungi took Kevin's hand in hers and gave it a squeeze, "You're welcome. Besides, we can't just let you die? Arnold will be heartbroken."

"Just Arnold?" Kevin smiled.

Nabulungi frowned, "Hmm let's see, who else?"

She gestured in Connor's direction with her eyes, and Kevin rolled his.

Connor glared at Nabulungi, "Alright, it's late. Enough talking. I'm going to go take my shower, is that okay?"

"Don't worry, Elder McKinley, I'll be here keeping Elder Price company," Nabulungi winked at Connor.

—

The next morning came far too soon. It felt as though he had just closed his eyes, before he was rudely awoken by someone tripping over his legs. The ruckus woke everybody up. Probably work everybody in the vicinity of their room up too, as the nurse yelled and dropped her metal tray full of medicine.

Connor gaped at the mess of pills on the floor. Oh no, could they still use them? They could, right? They just had to brush the dust and dirt off of the pills.

"Connor," Kevin's horrified stare probably mirrored Connor's own.

Connor broke out of his shock-induced trance and started to help the nurse pick the pills up. Nabulungi also joined in on the clean-up.

"I'm so so so sorry," Connor was unbelievably mortified.

"Ah, it's okay boy. Still good, see, " the nurse took a single white pill, picked the dust off, and dropped it back into her tray, "Still good."

Connor laughed in relief. He thought that he had singlehandedly wasted a whole tray of precious medicine.

"Now boy, take two of the yellow ones and a round white one, and give it to your friend," the nurse instructed.

"Oh. Umm…," Connor looked at the pills on the ground, and then back at the nurse.

She mistook Connor's hesitation as his inability to pick out the correct pills. The nurse picked three pills from the ground, blew the dust off, and then dropped them into Connor's palm.

He turned to look at Kevin, who was lying on his side and watching them clean up the mess, "Uhh- I guess it's pill time?"

"Connor McKinley, you suck," Kevin sighed.

—

The three of them finished gathering the pills in no time at all. Connor apologised to the nurse again, to which she just waved, and left to continue with her duties. Connor closed the door behind her and leaned his head onto it.

"That was…I can't believe I actually did that," Connor groaned, "sleeping in front of the door was real stupid of me."

"Remind me to tell everyone how stupid you were when we get back. No, are. How stupid you are," Kevin grinned.

"Don't even," Connor shook his head, "Oh gosh, I can never come back here ever again, I'm too embarrassed."

Connor yelped when someone knocked on the door he was leaning on. He jumped clear of it just before the door swung open.

"Mr Price! You are awake! That's good. Let's see how you are doing, and then we can get you home," the same doctor announced.

"We'll just wait outside," Connor pulled Nabulungi along and exited the room.

Connor and Nabulungi stood outside the door, while staff and patients shuffled passed them.

"Are we taking the bus back?" Nabulungi asked.

"I don't know. Let's see what Kevin thinks."

The door opened, and the doctor beckoned them inside.

"Mr Price is good to go. I have already given him the instructions on how to take care of his incision. I understand you know a doctor back in your village?"

All of them nodded.

"That's good, you can go to him if you need any help. Now, collect the medicine from the pharmacy and then you are free to go," The doctor handed over a prescription to Kevin.

"That's it?" Connor blurted out before realising his mistake, "Oh, no. Sorry, I mean thank you. And sorry, for yesterday. I was just- Anyway, sorry doc."

"Don't worry, boy. I understand. But your friend is going to make a full recovery. Just remember, no sports or physical work for two weeks," the doctor instructed, and left the room.

Nabulungi packed their stuff into the bag, and picked out a new set of clothes for Kevin. She wiggled her eyebrows at Connor and then announced that she was going to go help Kevin pick up his prescription.

"What was that? And what happened yesterday?"

"It's not important. How do you want to do this?" Connor held up Kevin's clothes.

"Don't change the topic, you always do that!"

"Do what?"

"You're exasperating to talk to, McKinley," Kevin glared.

Connor reckoned that he is an amiable person most of the time; it is quite difficult to make him angry. Kevin Price was the only person in the world who could get Connor riled up in two seconds flat.

"You're one to talk! Do you need my help or not?!"

"I got it," Kevin hissed as he pushed himself up from the bed with his elbows.

"Hey, stop it Price. Just let me help, okay?" Connor tried to step in before Kevin hurts himself.

"No, not until you answer my question."

"What are you, five? Okay, okay fine. Just- I'll answer your question," Connor helped Kevin to lean against the headboard.

"So what happened yesterday?"

"I sort of…was rude to the doctor," Connor avoided Kevin's gaze.

"What? Why?"

"Why? Why?!" Connor pinched the bridge of his nose, "because I was worried about you, dumbass!"

"Oh."

"Enough of this. Let's get you dressed and get out of here."