Chapter One: Finding out
Harry sat nervously in the sterile waiting room at the doctor's office. He was so nervous his legs were bounding up and down, his palms were clammy, and he couldn't seem to stop sweating. Every once in a while he would pause his frantic movements to wipe his hands on h is jeans and look around the room. Whenever someone would move or make any noise the twenty-year-old would jump like he was being attacked. Just when he thought he couldn't take any more the receptionist called his name.
Taking a deep breath he made his way through the many halls into the room he was directed to. His doctor sat there and the look on his face made Harry's stomach plummet to his feet. Cautiously Harry took a seat across from his doctor, twisting his hands in his lap.
"Mr. Potter…" He trailed off for a moment as he looked through the many sheets of paper on the clipboard, "You're hear for your test results, correct?"
"Yes, sir," Harry barley got out for a lump had somehow formed in his throat.
"Well, Mr. Potter, I'm afraid I have some bad news. The HIV test came back positive."
TBC…
A/N: Go on to chapter two: Will I?