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Author Note: I will be posting Chapter 4 later today.

Chapter 3

Shane woke up the next morning and felt worse than before. His head pounded and felt dizzy; he couldn't see straight. He looked down to see Mitchie asleep on his bare chest. Very gently, so he wouldn't wake her up, he slid her naked body off of him. She stirred around a bit but fell back into a peaceful sleep. Shane got up and almost lost his balance. He grabbed his boxers from the floor and headed to their washroom to take a shower.

Ten minutes later, Shane stepped out of the steamy shower feeling slightly better; though his headache was not completely gone and still felt unstable on his feet. He wiped the mirror and grabbed the comb to brush his curly hair and stopped after a few brush strokes. Something wasn't right. There was more hair on the comb than usual. Sub-consciously, he reached to the back of his head to where he just ran his brush and combed the spot with his fingers. What he saw scared him. More loose hair appeared on his hand and in the sink. He just stared at his locks wondering what was happening. He snapped back into reality when he heard Mitchie's voice and knock on the other side of the door.

"Shane, are you in there?" Mitchie called out.

"Yes, I'll be just a minute." Not wanting Mitchie to see the hair, he cleaned his hand and sink. He opened the door to a smiling face hoping he wasn't showing his nervousness.

"You called," Shane said as normal as possible.

"Yes, I was wondering where my husband was when I woke up," she rubbed his bare chest leaning into him. He wrapped his arms around her so he wouldn't lose his balance.

"Now I know where you were." She touched his wet hair. Shane froze and hoped that it wasn't the spot he had crushed. Lucky for him, it wasn't.

"Why don't you take a shower while I cook breakfast," Shane suggested and switched spots with her.

"Okay," she agreed and kissed him before she closed the door behind her. Shane blew out a sigh of relief. He needed to keep her busy while he made a phone call. It didn't take long at all so he went to the kitchen to make pancakes for breakfast. By the time he was done, Mitchie had entered the kitchen. He had laid out the pancakes, syrup, and orange juice on the table.

"Smells good," she commented and sat at the table and began eating. She noticed Shane wasn't eating.

"Aren't you going to eat?" she asked with food in her mouth.

"No I'm not hungry," he answered. Mitchie eyed him.

"Are you okay? You never passed on pancakes before."

"Yes, I'm fine." Mitchie went back to her breakfast. 'I hope,' he thought.

Later in the afternoon when Mitchie was at school, Shane went to the doctor's appointment he had arranged that morning. He waited patiently in the waiting room for his turn.

"Shane Gray," the nurse called out, "Dr. Davis will see you now." The nurse led him into an examination room and closed the door behind her.

"Mr. Gray, how can I help you?" Dr. Davis asked while he looked over his chart. He had a gentle face, gray hair, wore glasses dressed in a doctor's coat.

"For the last month or so I haven't been feeling so well," Shane told him.

"How so?" Dr. Davis asked and wrote some notes.

"I've been having these really bad headaches, dizzy spells, experiencing weakness and tiredness, loss of appetite, and just this morning a pulled out clumps of my hair," Shane explained in detail. He watched the doctor write some more notes and step in front of him.

"Has any big changes happen within the last year?" Dr. Davis asked and took Shane's pulse.

"I got married to an amazing girl a year ago," Shane loved to mention he was a married man and tried to throw it into conversations as much as possible.

"Congratulations," Dr. Davis smiled, "How are your stress levels at work would you say?"

"I think they are pretty good. My band just started our first tour in over a year."

"I see," Dr. Davis checked Shane's blood pressure, "Give me your arm," Shane stretched out his arm to him. The doctor took a blood sample.

"You seem fine. I think it just you adjusting to all the new things in your life, your tour and being a newlywed. I wouldn't worry much, but I will order a blood test to be safe." Dr. Davis gave Shane a reassured smile.

"Thank you doctor," Shane said and left.

Shane drove home and saw Mitchie was back from her class.

"Hey, where did you go?" she looked up from her guitar. She was working on a new song.

"Nowhere. I was just hanging with Jas and Nate." Shane hated to lie to her but he didn't want to get her worked up and worried about nothing. If the doctor told him not to worry about it then he thought he wouldn't think of much of it.