You had a bad experience with doctors, and basically anything medical. Including pills. Long story short, you had an abusive ex, and you had to take tons of trips to the hospital. The doctors at that hospital were NOT nice, and your ex just made the whole experience ten times worse. Your boyfriend, Matt, knows about all of this. But it's been two weeks since you first got sick, and you and Matt can't figure out whats wrong. Right now, you're in your room, watching a movie to try and distract yourself from the pain your in. Matt walks in, a nervous expression on his face. He sits next to you and places a hand on your knee. "I think we should go to the doctor."