"So, do you know what's wrong with me?" Joe asked Zubin, who was acting as his doctor for the moment, while tightly holding his stomach.

Zubin had his back faced away from Joe, observing an ultrasound he had taken of his bandmate. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion before he turned back to Joe.

"There appears to be several hotwheels in your tummy." Zubin annouced, confusion painted all over his face, showing Joe the ultrasound.

"Few, I thought you'd say I was pregnant after making me do an ultrasound." Joe sighed, relived that - in his mind - it was a lot less serious. "Right, I'll be on my way."

This alarmed Zubin, who shot his head up and rushed to stop Joe. "Wait, Joe, don't you want he-"

"I'll be fine!" The patient scoffed, despite still holding his stomach.