| Chris' POV |

Getting past my fight with Ricky had lifted such a weight off my shoulders. I felt so much damn better. At least, about our relationship. I am worried about him. He's been mopey and groggy for a few days now. I'm hoping it's just the flu or something like that. If it was too bad, he'd tell me. Or I think he would. Sometimes he's bad at admitting he's not doing well. 

Right now, Ricky was resting in our bedroom. I was sitting in our home studio, writing as always. If I get my feelings down on paper, they're no longer threatening my mind. I need to get out all my fears about losing him. He's all I have. He's all that matters. 

Our cat, Clairea, came walking into the room. I would have thought she would be with Ricky. She was his cat way before she was mine. Clairea meowed at me but I ignored her because I was trying to finish what I was working on. She didn't really like me ignoring her, so she pawed at my leg. 

I sighed, setting down my notebook. "What is it?" I asked her. "Are you hungry?" 

"Meow." Guess that answered that. I stood up from the couch and began to follow her out of the room. I was expecting her to run to her food bowl so I could fill it, but she went the opposite direction of the kitchen. Clairea darted to the master bedroom, putting her paw up on the door and meowing loudly. 

"I'm not going to let you in there. Ricky's sleeping and you'll wake him." I whispered to her as I gently petted her head. She meowed even louder and pushed against my hand. "Fine." I sighed. 

I should check on Ricky anyways. He's been sleeping all day and I'm worried about him. I very carefully opened the door and Clairea pranced in. She jumped up on the bed and automatically went towards Ricky's face. He was so small in contrast to our king bed.

Ricky groggily woke up. The cat tried to walk onto his stomach, but he groaned in pain and pushed her back. I gently sat down on the edge of the bed and ran my hand down his side. "Sweetie, is everything okay?" 

"Yeah." He muttered. "I'm sure it's just a stomachache. I'm fine." 

He rolled on his side and groaned again. The cat snuggled up against him in a ball and purred once he started tiredly petting her. 

"You don't like too fine to me." I said. I really meant it lovingly but his old habits made it so he didn't like when I questioned how 'fine' he was. 

"Chris, I said I'm fi-"

"Fine doesn't mean fine with you, Ricky." I interrupted him. I really didn't mean anything bad by it. It's just, I get so damn frustrated when he does this. He's only hurting himself. 

"Don't start this again." He spoke as he gave me a dirty look from where he laid his head. 

"I'm not starting anything, I just-" 

"Yes," He cut me off as he started to sit up. "You are-Ahh! Fuck!" 

Ricky fell forward and grabbed his stomach. Sitting up obviously wasn't a good idea. Neither was arguing with me. I scooted closer to him on the bed and let him fall into me. Ricky rested his head on my chest while he whimpered in pain. I gently rubbed circles on his back and let the silence calm him for a moment. 

"Shh, don't speak. Just listen. I only say the things I do because I love you." I somberly spoke. "I fell in love with you the second I saw your beautiful face. I've been your best friend for fifteen years and your boyfriend for five. Not to mention your fiance for a few months now. I know what you look like when you're happy and healthy because it's the most beautiful site in the world. I know what you look like when you're upset and sick and not fine because it hurts me to know the one thing I hold higher than my own life is in pain. You're not okay, Ricky. Please just tell me what's wrong."

He stayed quiet for a minute. I felt some thing cold and wet hit my arm. It took a second to realize it was a tear from his eyes. My chest fluttered, in a breaking manor. My sweet angel... 

"It's not my stomach. It's just easier to say, but the pain is too far up. It's too low to be my heart. I don't know what it is. It's a shooting pain, like I'm getting stabbed or something. At first it only hurt when I ate, but now it's whenever I talk, breathe too heavy, laugh, or cry. It's soar constantly and I keep getting short of breath." He explained. 

"I'm scared to touch you because I don't want to hurt you." I said, holding my available hand away from him. 

"It's okay. You won't." 

"Show me where it's hurting you."

Ricky grabbed my hand and gentle set it towards the upper-middle area of his abdomen. I barely rested my hand there because I really didn't want to hurt him. I could still feel his muscles constricting. 

"Your muscles are tense there. I'm not a doctor and I kind of sucked ass at science in high school, but I know there's important organs in there. We really should take you in to the clinic." I suggested. 

He managed to lift his head up to look at me. "No." He muttered before dropping his head against my shoulder again. "No doctors." 

"Babe-"

"No."

I sighed. "Sweetie-"

"No."

"Beautiful, listen to me, please." 

"Nope. It doesn't matter how many cute pet names you use, I am not going to the doctor. I hate doctors." He firmly stated. 

"Your dad is a doctor." I pointed out. 

He carefully readjusted himself so he could still be in my arms but look at me better. "Exactly. I hate my father. And growing up he'd have his doctor friends over for dinner and they were all just as big of asses as he was. No. Doctors." Ricky insisted. 

"Fine, but if you get any worse, you won't be able to go to the wedding with me. I'll just have to leave you home while I go watch Kuza and December get married and make happy memories and you'll have to miss it all, just because you didn't want to go to the doctors." I teased him. 

Ricky faked a hurt face. Then he smirked, "That might not be a bad thing. Have you ever seen them together? They get a little gross."

"People probably say the same thing about us. We do lick each other a lot in public." I replied. 

He began to laugh, then squealed in pain. His own pathetic-ness just made him laugh more and be in more pain. I couldn't help but crack a smile and laugh at my adorable weirdo. I leaned down and kissed his forehead. Ricky closed his eyes and smiled. I kissed him again on his cheek. Then I got carried away and just started kissing all his face rapidly. 

"Stahp!" He uncontrollably smiled while trying to push me back. Ricky giggled, getting hurt by himself again. "Ow! Don't make me laugh, it hurts!" 

"Laughter is the best medicine."

"Not in this case!" He snickered. "Owwe! Say you're sorry! This is your fault!"

"It's your fault you can't stop laughing!" I responded as he settled down. 

Ricky was too weak to do much so he really passively smacked my face. When I gave him a shocked look, he stuck his tongue out at me. Of course I just grabbed it with my mouth and got a mess kiss out of him.

"You're so weird." He said as I pulled away.

"You're the one that agreed to marry me." I joked.

He beamed a beautiful smile as I reminded him we were engaged. "Yeah... Chris?" 

"Hm?" 

"I love you. I just wanted to remind you and let you know I couldn't live without you." 

I smiled as I held this amazing creature in my arms. "I love you too. I would die without you, and I would die for you."