Slowly shuffling out of the bedroom Bam made his way downstairs, finally joining Missy in the lounge. Missy looked up from a magazine toward him and then adjusted her position a little.

"Well good morning finally. It's almost noon, babe." She stated
Bam yawned and glanced over at her while scratching the back of his neck "Yeah so I found out."

Bam walked to the kitchen where he proceeded to pour himself a cup of coffee. He mumbled something about not having as much energy to do anything as he normally would. Missy then got up and entered the kitchen and promptly went up behind him, wrapping her arms around his warm body. She looked at the side of his face with a slight grin before kissing his cheek.

"I feel so tired but I don't know why." Bam said softly before taking a sip from his cup of coffee
"Hmm… did you get enough sleep?"
"Well I went to bed around 10 and slept almost 'til noon…"
Missy nodded "Ok so maybe you got too much sleep then. Wait you went to bed at 10? That's unlike you."
He glanced at her and then pulled away "I was tired last night. Leave me alone."

He sat down at the kitchen table and sat his cup in front of him. He then started down into the cup with a slight frown. Missy frowned as well, as concern washed over her. She went up to Bam and stood at his side.

"Bam is something wrong?"
"Um… no, why?" He looked up at her
"You're not acting like yourself. In fact you haven't been acting like yourself a lot lately."
"I have not!" He sighed and then covered his eyes with one hand
Missy sighed "See right there. That's not a typical reaction you would give to something like that. You know that there's something wrong with you but you don't want to admit it. Bam, you've been moody, your sleeping habits have changed, you don't have nearly as much energy as you normally would have; which I heard you mention just a couple minutes ago when you first came in here."
"So what's your point?"
"I'm beginning to think that you should see a doctor."
He glared at her "I don't need to see a freaking doctor! I'm fine!" He got up from the table and headed back upstairs
Later that day Bam sat on his bed leaning forward some. He frowned as he held his stomach. For the past few days or so Bam had been feeling, off and on, bad cramps in his stomach but he didn't say a word about them to Missy or even to any one else. This day, however, the cramps had turned into sensations that he really couldn't explain other than they felt like sharp pains in his stomach area. He still refused to let any one know about it. He just didn't want to admit that something was wrong with him and that he should go see a doctor about it like Missy had suggested to him.

Once the feeling had receded Bam was able to stand up. He then left the bedroom and went into the bathroom to take a shower. After stepping wet and naked out of the shower, Bam stood in front of the bathroom mirror for a moment. He sighed before taking the towel off of the nearby towel rack to dry off with.

He dried himself off and pulled on a pair of black elastic waist pants. As he looked in the mirror and himself he lightly placed his hands on his stomach for a moment. His hands then slid off of his stomach and onto his hips as he checked out his well-toned biceps and abs.

Picking up the comb that was on the counter near the sink, he began to run it through his wet hair. He sat the comb down and then smoothed down the back of his hair with his hand. He felt an itch on the back of his neck but as his fingers grazed over the skin in that area he paused with a confused frown upon his lips. His eyes turned up toward his reflection and then he felt the area a little more thoroughly. Both fear and concern filled him before he stepped out of the bathroom to look for Missy.

Missy was in the laundry room folding some clothes up. She, not noticing that Bam was there, jumped when Bam cleared his throat to get her attention. Bam stood there, shirtless and still with a little bit of water dripping down from his wet hair, and looked at her with timid eyes.

"Bam what's wrong?"
"I, uh, I need you to feel something for me."
She cocked an eyebrow in confusion "What do you mean?"
"There's something on the back of my neck and I need you to check it out for me. Please."
"Ok… ok turn around or something."

Bam turned so he had his back toward her. Missy rushed up with one hand and felt along his neck.

"Where exactly is it, Bam?"
"You don't feel it?"
"No… no wait I do now." She felt the spot some more "Bam you have a lump there."
"I-I know but… but what is it?"

Missy sighed and stepped back a little, with her hands down at her sides. Bam turned to face her with a look of worry on his face.

"Missy what is it?"
"I-I… I don't know."

Bam looked at her for a second before turning his head down. They both had a strong feeling what it was on the back of his neck but neither of them wanted to say what they thought it was.