situation get adopted right away because there are plenty of people out there that want babies. But that number goes down pretty fast when it comes to the sick ones. And I guess I was pretty sickly from the start. I don't really remember the first dozen foster families, but the second dozen were a mixed bag."
It was all I could do not to make a sound when he rattled off how many foster homes he'd been in.
"Some of the families are genuinely nice and they try really hard to give the kids they’re taking care of a good life, but a kid like me takes up a lot of resources. Not just financial ones. It was easy to wear out my welcome pretty quickly. I guess I was never in one place long enough for anyone to really notice that I wasn't lying about not feeling good all the time. It’s not unheard of for kids in foster care to do anything they can to try to get a little extra attention. Some kids act out, some kids get clingy… some kids make up ailments that don’t exist."
"But yours did," I suggested.
Lex nodded. "Even once the diabetes was diagnosed, it was hard to find someone who was willing to monitor my health. I had a couple of really good case workers who tried to get me into homes as often as they could whenever I got out of the hospital, but the group homes were a little easier. It meant I got to be with King and Con. Did King tell you how we met?"
"He did," I said.
"He probably downplayed his and Con's roles."
"What do you mean?"
"They didn't just protect me while we were in foster care together," he murmured. "They're both older than me so they aged out before I did. Do you know what happens when you age out?"
"They put you on the streets and you’re pretty much on your own."
"If it had just been the two of them, they probably would've just moved on. But they had to take care of me." I saw Lex shiver, but I wasn't sure if it was because he was cold or if it was something else. Either way, I knew he needed a break.
"Let's go inside, okay?"
Lex nodded and let me lead him into the house. I got him settled at the kitchen table and then went to the refrigerator to find him something to drink. I placed a bottle of water in front of him.
"Tell me about your brothers, Lex."
Lex drew in a deep breath. "After they aged out, they still somehow managed to keep tabs on me. Sometimes I'd end up in a foster home where one or both of the parents would threaten to knock me around or one of the older kids would rough me up, but as soon as King or Con saw even a single bruise on me, those people never touched me again. Sometimes I’d just end up back in the group home, but other times it was like the parents or the kids were afraid of me."
"Your brothers really love you."
"They do," Lex choked out and then he was wiping at his eyes. He took a moment to collect himself and said, "My health problems continued as I got older. The diabetes damaged my kidneys and I ended up on dialysis while I was waiting for a transplant. I was sixteen when I went on the transplant list, but there are so many people on those lists… so many deserving people and not enough organs." Lex sighed and said, "Con and King were so upset. I'd never seen them like that. It was one battle neither of them could fight for me."
I reached my hand out to cover Lex's. He gripped it hard. "What happened?" I asked.
"I got sicker and sicker. I pretty much lived in the hospital because I spent so much time on the dialysis machines. I was ready to die, Gideon. I was so ready."
His words had me pulling his hand to my chest. The idea that I could've lost him before I'd even found him was fucking with my head big time.
"But King and Con refused to give up on me. They both got tested to see if they were a match. It turned out that Con was." A tear slipped down Lex's face. "You should've seen him, Gideon. As soon as Con found out, he was trying to check himself into the hospital. I think if