Nausea and stomach pain had been bothering you for several weeks now. At least that’s what you told your boyfriend.

Your relationship with him was a bit rocky, perhaps too rocky. Him always speaking up for you before you had the chance yourself. Deciding things for you even though you were able do decide on your own and much more…

But now for the past few hours, you had been having a variety of different symptoms (even if you were actually just looking for a way out), which brought you to the ER in the middle of the night.

After you both arrived, he took over the talking, inside at the reception, trying to by pass the triage system, he mentioned that you probably just ate something bad and now feel accordingly.

Yet, the act was bought and you both could go through the door. The nurse in charge, called Dana, lead you and your boyfriend to one of the on-call rooms and from there on you waited for a doctor.

While you waited, your boyfriend looked at you from the side. Sceptical? Annoyed? You were unsure.

Just as he was about to say something, probably telling you to be quiet and that he would do the talking so you could get home quickly, the door opened and a man with a slightly uneven gait and grey hair, which actually looked good, came in.

"Hello, I'm Dr Jack Abbot," he glanced at your chart, "..you're here because-" his gaze scanned yours and then your boyfriend's.