An older man entered the room, picked up the clipboard at the foot of the bed, and looked over it quickly. "Hello, I'm Dr. Newport."
"I'm Brian Kinney," Brian said. "And this is Justin, the wind beneath my wings."
Justin put his head into his hands.
"What’s the problem today, Brian?"
"Justin insisted I come," Brian explained. "He's worried that I'm sick."
"Why would he think that?" the doctor asked.
"I told him I love him, which I hadn't done much before, despite showing my love in a variety of ways, such as helping him pay for college, and occasionally letting him top me."
"Uh-huh," the doctor said, looking confused. "Well, I'm not sure what to tell you. We don't get many cases of declarations of love at the ER."
"But I know something's wrong," Justin told him. "Couldn't you just do a CAT scan to make sure he doesn't have a head injury?"
"He's touchy about head injuries," Brian whispered.
ASDFGHJKL. And with that, I'm going to bed! Blissed!