A/N: My muse has been distracted by another project. I got him to focus for a short chapter, but more to come soon, I promise. This chapter is dedicated to my parents, especially my dad.
He wakes up in the middle of the night to find his father at his bedside, a flashlight clutched between his teeth. He remembers how his dad used to come into his room every night to test his blood sugar. Sometimes, he would pretend to be asleep, although its pretty hard to ignore a light in your face and a prick to your finger. Other times, like tonight, he would roll over and take the lancet device from his dad. His father was never good at getting blood from his fingers.
"Bas, you need to bolus," his father whispers before he can roll over and go back to sleep.
In the old days, his father would have dosed him, but he isn't sure his father knows how to work his pump anymore. He can't think of the last person, before Nick, who he let touch his pump while it was still connected to his body. He cannot think of a single person he trusts enough to put his life in their hands.
Even half asleep, he presses the buttons that will deliver the dose. Then, he falls back asleep while his father steals off to bed.
For the first time in a long time, his diabetes might actually be under control.