It had been at least 3 hours before Ryan was able to see Jon again. He was glad to see him okay and still breathing.

Dr. Weekes and two other nurses helped transfer Jon back onto the bed he was on once before.

Ryan waited impatiently for Dallon to stop typing on his computer. The other nurses had left, leaving Ryan, Jon, and Dr. Weekes alone.

"Mr. Ross, you seem to be in distress?"

Dallon took his chair, sitting in front of Ryan. Ryan's leg bounced up and down, a sigh escaping his lips.

"My last name isn't Ross."

"Ah, my apologies. Mr. Walker, care to tell me what's got you so worked up?"

Ryan scoffed a little. Wasn't it obvious?

"Well I dunno maybe the fact that my husband is basically on his death bed."

Dr. Weekes sighed, shaking his head. "I meant other things. There is clearly something else on your mind." He clicked his pen closed, placing it neatly on his paper stacked clipboard.

Ryan got more nervous by the second. Nope. He wasn't thinking about anything but his husband. Dr. Weekes was a psychopath, that's all. 'Jon, Jon, Jon' that's what has and always will be running through Ryan's mind. He hopes.

"It's nobody! I don't think you have the right to ask me these questions."

"Mr. Walker, keep in mind that your husband is in my top patient list. Meaning that if anything happens to him you are technically considered one of my patients as well. Also keep in mind that I said something, not someone."

Standing up, Ryan decided that this Dr. Weak or whatever his name was, was not worth his time. All these questions were dumb, just like that doctor. I mean, who actually asks their patients questions? Actually don't answer tha-

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A little bit of Ryan in denial