When Marco heaard his name, he thought his heart stopped. "Marco Del Rossi?" She called again, looking down at her clip board. He started at the white curtains in the window, trying to pretend he never heard his name.

He felt Dylan squeeze his hand. "It'll be okay baby. I'm here for you." Dylan kissed Marco on the forehead, getting up, and leading Marco to the back.

As the nurse led them behind the door, she stopped a few steps, and picked up a chart. "Stand on this scale. We're gonna check your weight." She gave her brightest smile, holding the chart close to her chest.

She had long black hair, bangs cut straight across he forehead, but were placed just right. She wore black, silver, and brown eyeshadow mixed perfectly. Eyeliner applied like a pro, mascara carefully applied, and her teeth were very white. You could see her sleeve tattoos peeking threw her jacket.

'Definitely in a band.' Dylan thought as he looked her up and down. She was wearing some checkered vans. But it was kinda weird since she was black. Dylan doesn't discriminate but it was just surprising.

"Well, are you gonna step on the scale?" She smiled again, laughing as she watched the boys observe her. "Oh yeah! Sorry." Marco took off his shoes and stepped on the scale. "140. Okay, now step against the wall. Let me check your height." Marco followed her instructions, sighing as he heard that his weight has increased.

"Alright. Now you two can slip into this room. I'll be back to check your blood pressure." She pushed a door open to a small room, stepping back out.

"Dylan, I gained weight. Ugh. I need to cut back on the food. No wonder my pants are extra tight." Marco said, spinning around infront of the mirror, and sighing. Dylan rolled his eyes, pulling Marco down into his lap. "Babe, your beautiful no matter what. Remember what i said?" Dylan kissed at Marco's face.

"I know but I hate gaining weight." Marco got up from his lap, hopped onto the table, after listening to Dyan whisper into Marco's ear how he'd help him loose that weight.

Just them the nurse came back in. "I'm Jasmine. Sorry, I didn't say it before. Give me your right arm please. " She slipped it onto his arm and started to pump. "Honey, have you been feeling okay lately? I see your sclipboard says you've been puking. How do you feel right now?" She wrote down the results she got and took off the band.

"I feel okay. Better than I have been feeling. Is there something wrong?" Marco looked more worried than ever.

"They're bad symptoms. We'll let the doctor figure it out. He'll be in soon." Jasmine seemed to hurry out of the room.

After about thirty minutes of discussing the weird encounter with the nurse. "Well, what if somethings really wrong?" Marco paced the room. "Calm down babe. I'm sure it's okay." Dylan pulled Marco into the seat next to him. "I don't know Dylan." Marco sighed, leaning into Dylan.

"We'll get through everything together. I -"

Then door opened and there stood a tall, lanky, white male. Hair was short, layed down, and he wore tattoos just like the nurse that was in before. "Hallo, I'm Dr. Sullivan. Nice to meet you Marco and ?" Dr. Sullivan sat in the chair across from the boys. "Dylan sir." Dylan smiled, shaking the doctors hand.

"Nice to meet you. Well, from what I read. It looks like your showing some strong signs my wife says. I'm sure you met the lovely nurse. " Jimmy smiled, looking at the two. "We're gonna take some blood test and we'll give you a call guys."

Authors Note: I feel kinda good with this story. What do you guys think of it? This is my first fic on here. BTW: Jimmy, the doctor in the story is from A7X. R.I.P. Rev!