"Dylan, I really don't think this is necessary. I'm fine." Marco insisted, as Dylan dragged him by the hand into the doctors office.
Marco had been throwing up everything he ate and when he did keep food down, he'd wake up early hours of the morning to throw it up. Dylan was getting worried and told Marco he'd bring him to the doctor in a few days if things continued on.
"I already told you if things don't clear up in the next few days, that'd I would bring you to the doctor. Stop acting like a child." Dylan hissed, seating Marco in a chair in the waiting room, and moving back up to the front to fill out the sign in sheet.
Marco huffed, watching Dylan walk back to the front desk. 'This is so stupid. I'm fine.' Marco said, looking around the waiting room. There was a teenage girl that didn't look older than 16, sitting next to a lanky boy, that looked frightened of their future.
She was dressed in a Avenged Sevenfold shirt, black skinny jeans, and black slip-ons. Her hair was long,black, and just a few streaks of blonde. The boy looked as if he was 6'3. He had long legs, wore a USA Rugby jersey, ripped jeans, and some nikes. His hair was down his back, blonde, and he could pass for a model with defined arms. 'Unprotected sex huh?' Marco kept looking around, but before he could say anything about the others he saw. Dylan sat down beside Marco, interwining their fingers. Marco was brought out of his thoughts because of this.
"You know I love you no matter what we find out today. Right?" Dylan looked deep into Marco's chocolate orbs, kissing at the back of Marco's hand. "I love you more than anything Dylan. Yes I know you'd love me no matter what. I hope that never changes." Dylan smiled, shining the room, and kissed Marco on the cheek.
"Marco Del Rossi?" A nurse called, pulling open a door.