Note; this chapter has a lot of information. Yes, it's long. But it's a good chapter, I swear.
We got into Ryan's car, and took off for his house.
"I'm so ready to be out of there, I can't believe we only have one week left until summer!" Ryan said excitedly.
"Yeah, I know. I think I'd kill myself if I had to stay there anymore." I said, laughing.
"Well, we wouldn't want that. Hey, have you heard from University of Albuquerque yet sweetie?" He asked, looking over at me.
"I totally forgot to tell you, didn't I?!" I asked him, shocked that I had forgotten.
"You got in!?" He asked, looking at me briefly.
"Yep! And with a full scholarship for the basketball program." I said, smiling. We pulled up to a red light, and Ryan leaned over to kiss me softly.
"That's great, Troy. Really great. Now we'll be going to the same colleges." He said, softly. I pressed my lips to his again until the car behind us beeped, signaling that the light had turned green. Ryan pulled away, and returned to driving. He had a weird look on his face.
"You alright baby?" I asked, taking his hand gently. He nodded, and pulled into his driveway. We got out, walking up to the door.
"I'm just, really tired lately." He said, yawning. "And when I'm really tired, I get these pains when I lay down, when my body's finally relaxing. I dunno, it's probably just a phase." He said, opening the door, and walking in.
"You might wanna get it checked out Ry. I'll go with you tomorrow, if you want me to. We can miss homeroom and first period, if you want." I said, looking at him as we were taking off our shoes.
"You think I should?" He asked, a scared look on his face. I nodded, and pulled the blonde boy against me. He grimaced in a little pain.
"Sweetie, let's go. I'm taking you now, and we're going to the hospital, alright? I'm worried about you." I said, stroking his cheek softly.
"A-Alright..." He said, putting his head against my chest. "Should I bring anything you think?" He asked, looking up at me.
I shook my head no. "We won't be there for a long time, besides I can always run back, okay? Let's go." I said, helping him get his shoes back on, and I slipped mine on as well. I wrapped my arm around his waist, walking out to the car.
"You want me to drive, boo?" I asked, kissing the top of his head as he nodded yes. I opened the passenger door for him, and helped him slide in.
I walked around to the driver side, and sat down, and took the keys from my boyfriend, started the car, and pulled out of the driveway.
Ryan closed his eyes, resting his head on the back of his seat.
"I've also been losing a lot of weight, and it's scaring me. I've been eating so much, but I'm losing weight. It's scary Troy. I'm scared." He said, as his lower lip began to tremble. I pulled over, and put my hand behind his head gently.
"You're gonna be alright, Ryan. You've probably got the flu or something; it's nothing to worry about, okay?" I asked, looking in his eyes. He nodded, as he brushed the tears from his eyes. "You're gonna be fine baby, trust me." I said, kissing his nose, then his forehead, then his lips gently. I let my lips linger there for a few moments, and then pulled away.
"Let's get going, alright? No now worries, you'll be fine." I said, reassuring him, and myself. He sat back in his seat, and closed his eyes. Eventually, his breathing slowed, and I knew he was asleep in the matter of seconds. I pulled into the hospital, and leaned over.
Gently kissing his earlobe, I whispered, "Come on love, we're here." I kissed his earlobe a few more times, and led down to his neck. He made a grunting noise, and I kissed his lips. "Come on, baby. We need to have you checked out." I said, making more of an effort.
"But I wanna stay here with you." He mumbled.
"I'll come inside with you, and I won't leave till you're out. Got that?" I said, kissing his lips a few times more.
"Fine." He said, opening his eyes, and he yawned, and stretched a little. I hopped out, and walked to his door, and opened it for him, helping him out. Once he was standing, he yawned again.
"Jeeze babe, you really are tired." I chuckled, and closed his door. He glared at me.
"I told you, dork." He said. I laughed, and took his hand, and started to walk across the parking lot. I knew Ryan was deathly scared of hospitals. He looked nervous, but I didn't say anything. I didn't want to get his nerves worked up even more. He looked over at me.
"I'm scared to go in, Troy." He said softly, stopping once we hit the sidewalk.
"Baby, it's alright. I'm here. And I told you, I'm not leaving." I said, wrapping my arms around his neck, and kissed his head. "I'm not leaving your side till you're out of here."
He gave me a fake smile, and spoke softly. "But, what if I won't be okay? What happens if I get diagnosed with something, like cancer? Or something like that..." He said, starting to cry.
"Baby, we don't have to worry about that, you'll be fine. You and I will leave here tonight, tomorrow morning at the latest. You'll get some tests done, they'll examine you, and I'll be sitting right there, holding your hand through it all. There's no reason to be scared, you're perfect." I said, lifting up his chin, and giving him a soft kiss. "And if something happens like that? Which it won't, I'll be right there, pulling you through it all. I'm not going to leave you. Not now, not ever. Okay? You're my other half." I said, kissing his forehead.
"Okay Troy. It'll all be okay, keep telling me that. And keep telling me you love me. Okay?" He said, looking up at me, smiling a little.
"I will, baby. I'm not leaving you. I love you." I said sincerely, meaning every word. I took his hand, and we began to walk to the doors. We walked in, and signed him in. They gave him paperwork to fill out, and we took a seat at a two-person couch. I wrapped my arm around his shoulders, and he leaned against me gently as he started to fill out his paperwork.
When he was done, I took it up to the lady at the desk. "How long do you think 'till he gets back there?" I asked, looking at her.
She looked at the clock, and looked at the few patients in the room. "About a half hour, but if he gets worse, ya'll come up and tell me, ya hear?" She said, in a nice way, a smile on her face.
I nodded, and headed back to Ryan. I slipped back in my seat, and put my arm over his shoulder again. He leaned against me, and looked up at me.
"How are you so perfect?" He asked, nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck. "You always know how to make me feel better, and how to make me smile. You're perfect for me, and I don't know how I ended up with such an amazing boy as you." He sighed, happily, and closed his eyes. I rubbed his back gently.
He shivered a little. "I'm cold baby; do you still have that blanket in your car?" He asked, looking up at me now.
"Yeah, I do. Let me see if they have any here, sometimes they do. I'll be right back, don't go anywhere." I got up, and walked back up to the nurse, and she smiled.
"Do you have any blankets that my boyfriend can use? He's really cold." I said, looking at her.
"Yeah honey, we sure do." She got up, smiling. "I'll be right back." She quickly returned with a flannel blanket, which was already warm. Kept by a heater, probably. I walked back to the couch, and slid back into our position.
"Baby, lay down with your head in my lap. Get comfy, you're tired, I know." I said as he laid down. I draped the blanket over him, and he curled up in a ball. I rested one of my hands on his waist, the other on his head, running my fingers through his hair softly. "Now go to sleep, I'll wake you when they call us back." He nodded, already drifting off to sleep.
I played with his hair some more, and sat there, my eyes closed, but sure not to fall asleep. A while later, I glanced at the clock, to my surprise, 45 minutes had gone by. When were they going to call Ryan back? I wondered. Just then, the same nurse from before called Ryan's name.
"One moment, I have to wake him up." The nurse nodded, and I nudged Ryan a little.
"Baby, we have to go back. Come on, sweetie." I said, shaking him gently. His eyes opened, and he sat up, rubbing his eyes. I got up first, and then helped him up. I draped the blanket over his tiny shoulders, and walked with him over to the nurse.
We walked back into a room, where Ryan sat on a hospital bed, me in a chair next to him. They asked him to stand up onto a scale, and the nurse looked shocked when she got his weight.
"Honey, have you been eating?" She asked, concerned. "You weigh 113 pounds."
He nodded. "I've been eating like crazy. But I keep losing weight." He said, his bottom lip starting to tremble, the sign that he would start crying. He was vulnerable when he first woke up. I walked over as he stepped off the scale, and he buried his face into my chest, and held me tight.
"Will be alright?" I asked the nurse.
"This isn't normal, it's the sign of Leu-" She stopped. "We'll have to do some more tests. Ryan sweetie? I'm gonna ask you a few questions, alright? And tell me the truth. This isn't normal, honey. We wanna see what's wrong with you.
"Is it okay if I sit with Troy?" He asked, and I knew he just wanted me to hold him.
"Of course, honey. Get comfortable, and I'll be back in a minute." She smiled a little, and then walked out. I sat on the hospital bed, put my legs up, and Ryan sat next to me, nuzzling my chest as I put my arm around him.
"It'll all be okay, Ry. I love you so much. I'd never let anything bad happen, alright?" I said, stroking his hair gently. He nodded as the nurse came back in.
"I'm going to ask you a few simple questions, just to get to know you first, okay honey?" She asked, sitting in a chair next to the bed. Ryan nodded.
"What's your middle name?" She asked, looking at him.
"Jonathon." He said, and then spelled it for her.
"Now what about this charming young man you have beside you?" She asked, glancing at me.
"This is my boyfriend, Troy Bolton."
"Now how long have you two been together?"
"A year and a half."
"Wow, that's great." She said, still a smile on her face.
Ryan nodded. "He's everything I've ever wanted…"
The nurse smiled.
"We're gonna get married one day," I interjected. "On Valentine's day." I said, smiling. I'd never told Ryan this before, but Valentine's day was his favorite holiday.
"That's really great." She said. "What grade are you in, Ryan?"
He seemed to have drifted off into sleep. I shook him awake.
"Ryan, baby, come on." He whimpered.
"Listen, Ryan," The nurse said. "How about I let the doctor come in, and take a blood sample, and then you can go to sleep for a while, alright?"
I felt his body stiffen. He hates needles. I nodded for him. "That sounds perfect, thank you." I said, as she walked out.
"Baby, it'll be okay. I'm here. Squeeze my hand when it hurts, okay? Shhh." I said, as he started to shake. "Honey, don't do that." I said, comforting him. "It'll be over before you know it."
Just then, a doctor walked in. "Now which one of you is Ryan?" He asked, looking from me to Ryan.
"He is, I'm Troy Bolton, Ryan's fiancé. It's nice to meet you, Sir." I said, extending my hand. Ryan jerked his head up, and looked at me.
"B-but I'm not your fiancé." He said, in shock.
I blushed, and fished around in my pocket. "Hey, doctor? Can you give us, like two minutes? Please? Then you can come in, and Ryan will be a perfect little boy for you." The doctor nodded, knowing what I was about to do, and I finally found the little velvet box, pulling it out, Ryan started at me.
"Troy... No... Not here…" Ryan said, tears coming to his eyes faster.
"Ryan Jonathon Evans? You mean the world to me. Knowing I'm around you, makes me so happy. You make me complete. You're my other half. You've changed me, for the better. You've made me a better person. You're the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. I'm in love with you, Ryan." I said, flipping the box open. Ryan gasped when he saw what was inside. It was a white gold band, with little diamonds going around in a circle around the center. I pulled it out of the box. "So, Ryan... Will you make me the happiest person alive? And marry me?" I said, looking at him.
His face was overjoyed, tears streaming down his face. "I love you Troy. I love you so much." He said, softly. "Yes, I will marry you!" He said louder, tears falling more frequently. "Yes, I do baby." I pulled him in for a passionate kiss, me tasting the salty faint taste from his tears. He kissed me, smiling, and then pulled away. I looked down, my hands shaking, and slid the band onto his left ring finger.
"This is beautiful, Troy. It's absolutely perfect." He said, leaning in, and kissing me. The moment was perfect. Nothing could tear me down from this place, nothing.
Or so I thought.
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