A/N: Okay, I waited two days. Have not quite figured out how to answer BlueCharlotte's question, so here is dinner.
He would normally lounge against the counter, attacking the Pad Thai directly out of the take-out box and swigging lemonade from the bottle, but his father insists on the niceties of plates and sharing. And, the way he's feeling, sitting feels good. So, he, his father and his roommate make an awkward triangle as they pass rice noodles and ginger chicken to each other across the table.
After a while of thoughtful chewing, Nick breaks the silence. "So, is someone going to explain exactly what happened today?" His voice is even, but there is an under current to it.
His father puts down his chopsticks. "I'd like to know the same thing. You don't normally let things get this out of hand, Bastian."
He's not sure what defined the situation getting "out of hand". The fact that his blood sugar reached a number so high, commercial meters couldn't read it? The fact that his body spent hours trying to balance the acidosis it had been driven into by purging? Or, that someone had seen through the veil of lies he had built up around himself and refused to believe his bs?
"My infusion set ripped out. I guess I didn't notice." Maintain a pattern of truth and semi truth.
He father looks at him skeptically. "You didn't feel what looks like a staph infection?"
He raises his eyebrow at his father, wondering when the other man got a view.
"It was pretty obviously when you tried to fight me before we went to the hospital," His father explains. "In fact, I think I touched it and you slapped my hand away."
He will not admit having no memory of this.
"Why should your site ripping out matter?" Nick asks, matter of fact. "It's not like you ever wear your beeper anyway."
"I do wear it!" His response is quick and insistent, although not quick enough to prevent his father turning an interesting set of colors. "Just because you can't see it doesn't mean it's not there." He takes a bite of chicken, then adds as an after thought, "Besides, its not a pager. It's a pump."
"Then why does it keep beeping at 2 am?" Nick insists. "It woke me up a few times last night." He stabs a piece of tofu with his chopsticks.
His father does not look pleased about the revelation.
"It was to remind me I needed to give it more insulin!" He bursts out. "I try to keep track, but sometimes it's nice to have a reminder six or eight hours before I need to change the thing. It's not my fault that I occasionally happen to hit that mark around 2 am."
"How am I supposed to know that?" Nick sounds rational and calm as he asks. "It's not like you ever explained it to me. What does your 'pump' do, measure your blood sugar?"
He looks at his roommate in shock. "I didn't get the 'measure blood sugar' feature," He says. "It's supposed to keep my blood sugar in control."
His father shakes his head. "No, Bastian," he says, seriously. "You're supposed to keep your blood sugar in control."