Careless Whisper (Ryan Ross/Pete Wentz)

Hurricane (Ryan's POV)

I barely slept a wink last night. A good hour or two, if I'm lucky. I think I kept Pete up too from tossing and turning, if he wasn't awake all night already. My appointment with my doctor is at noon, which is in just an hour. I stayed in bed all day freaking myself out over what it could be.

"Ry, baby, you need to get up. I want you to eat before we go," Pete said as he walked into the bedroom and sat on the bed.

"I-I don't think I can," I said as I sat up.

"You need to. You even told me that the doctor said you should," he said.

"Pete, I can't," I said.

"Fine, but promise me that you'll be ok," he said.

"I promise," I said.

He hugged me and then him and I both got up and walked into the living room.

"You might want to get ready," Pete said.

"Oh yeah, good idea," I said.

"Hey," he said as he stopped me. "Stop worrying, ok? I'm sure it's nothing."

"You're right," I said as I kissed him and then walked away to go get clothes.

I walked back into the bedroom and grabbed a pair of black skinny jeans, my My Chemical Romance shirt, and a pair of my hightops. I walked into the bathroom and got changed. After that, I fixed my hair with little effort, but it was still good enough. After I was done, I walked back into the bedroom and sat on the bed.

"Ry, it's time to go," Pete said as he walked in.

"Ok," I said.

"You're not moving," he said as he sat by me. "What's wrong?"

"What if this turns out to be something bad? What if they can't do anything about it?" I asked.

"Ryan, you're a strong person and whatever it turns out to be, I know you'll get through it," he said. "And I'll be right by your side the entire time."

"God, I love you Pete," I said as I hugged him.

"Now lets go," he said as he smiled and took my hand.

Pete and I walked out of the room and out of the apartment. We walked to the vehicle and finally let go of each other. We got in and then drove the fifteen minutes to the doctor. Once we arrived, Pete went up to fill everything out while I sat down. I was getting nervous again, but I tried not to show it for Pete's sake. Pete came back and sat by me a few minutes later.

"There, everything is filled out," Pete said as he took my hand again.

"Thanks," I said.

"Not a problem," he said.

We both sat there in silence for the next ten minutes. After that, the doctor called us back. This was it... God, I feel like I'm going to throw up, I'm so nervous. He led us to a room in the back and I sat on the bed and Pete sat in one of the chairs.

"Hello Ryan," he said as he smiled.

"Hey," I said.

"What seems to be the problem today?" he asked.

"Well, Pete and I were, um, fooling around the other night and he noticed a lump on my chest," I said.

"I see," the doctor said. "If you don't mind, I'm going to take a look. Just lay back on the bed, if you will."

I laid back and the doctor lifted my shirt up. I swear to god it had gotten bigger from last night. He felt around it and everything for a few minutes and then said he'd be right back. I sat back up and looked at Pete.

"Why'd he seem so nervous when he left?" I asked.

"Good question," Pete said.

"Pete," I said.

"Yeah, Ry?" he asked.

"I-I'm scared," I admitted.

"I know and honestly, I am too, but like I said, whatever happens, I'm not leaving you. I'm staying right by your side," he said as he stood up and hugged me.

"Thanks," I said as I hugged him tighter.

As Pete sat back down, the doctor came back in.

"Well, I don't want to scare you, but this looks like it could be cancerous. We're going to send you to the hospital right after this to get and MRI of the area," the doctor said.

Cancer. The doctor just said cancer. This can't be... I'm only twenty years old! I've got my whole life ahead of me! This can't happen!

"A-Alright," I stuttered out.

"I've already called there and they said that they'd have it all set up for you once you arrive. We don't know for sure yet, so it's possible it's not, it's just better to get a test done," the doctor said.

"I understand," I said.

After that, Pete and I left and drove to the hospital. I was completely silent the whole way, as was Pete. I think he and I were both a little taken back by what was said to us. What if it really was cancer? Am I going to die? What's going to happen?

Once we arrived at the hospital, Pete and I got out and walked inside. Pete took things into his own hands again and told the person why we were there. After that, we waited a few minutes and then were called back to the MRI room. They had Pete wait outside while I changed into the gown they had given me and then while I was getting the actualy MRI. I was so, so nervous. Actually, that's an understatement. Only time will tell now...