Elena plopped down next to Martin, rubbed her sore butt, and said, "You don't have ** for medical insurance, I can't afford to take you to a real clinic. Bill used to live on this street, he never charged us for seeing him.",This reminded Martin, he searched his memory, sadly discovering that he was not as simple as a pauper.,"Damn it!" Martin groaned, a headache coming on. Hell's own poor souls, afflicted with incurable diseases.。