Feeling her soft supple lips caress his own, he closed his eyes and enjoyed the kiss. These panic attacks were coming more and more frequently, and it scared him shitless. Trying to listen to what she was saying, his mind kept on focusing on the scene that had just playing his mind. Moments before she was about to kiss him again, the door opened and in walked the Quack, holding a rolled up paper in his hand.<br/><br/>Shrugging the girl off his arm, he adopted a stony expression and stared at the man. Upon hearing that he wanted him to sign the release documents so that he could find out what medications he was on, if any, Nathan merely shook his head. "I am sorry Sir, I cannot do that. If you need to get any medical records, you will need to go through the Government." He replied flatly.<br/><br/>"As for any work I am currently doing, I am employed through individual contracts. I cannot say more at this time. Now, if you will excuse me, I am going to go and have a smoke."  Nate told both of them.<br/><br/>Not even waiting for permission to leave, he left the office building and found a secluded alleyway. Opening a pack of smokes, he pulled one out and was about to light it, when he went to his knees and threw up. Crying, he continued to throw up, thinking about the friends and comrades he had to bury. When he had expelled the contents of his stomach, he curled up into a ball and continued to cry.