Today you had to go to the doctor with your boyfriend of three years, Kevin 'Wordy' Wordsworth. The doctor was helping him with his Parkinson's. He hasn't told the team yet and doesn't want to. As you sat in the waiting room you could tell he was nervous. You put your hand in his and squeezed it. "Don't worry it'll be okay." You whispered to him. "I know Angie. I know." He replied, voice breaking. "Kevin." The slim, black nurse called. "Do you need help up?" "Yeah." You stood up and held out your hands. He took your hands and pulled himself up. Only sometimes he would have to have you help him up. "If you'll wait here, Dr. Mars will be in soon." The nurse said. "Thank you sir." The nurse left and Wordy took his hand in yours. "Angie, I understand depending on what the doctor says some things will change. I know that you'll leave me for someone not as messed up as me. Just know I want you to be happy." "Listen here Kevin and listen good. We've been together for three years and I've never left. I won't leave you. I don't care if the doctor says you are dying. I love you and I'm not leaving." The door opened and the doctor walked in. "Its good to see you again Kevin. How are you feeling?" He asked, pulling a chair up to sit on it. "Not too bad. I think the meds are working." Wordy's reply was short and sweet. "Well, I'd like to keep you on the pills and your muscle function test are back. Your getting better." A smile broke across your face. "I'd like to see you again in a month as a med check. Do you have any questions for me?" "No, thank you Dr. Mars." You guys left the doctors and went home. Wordy laid on the couch and pulled you down on top of him. "I love you Kev." You whisper to him. "I love you Angie." Wordy ran his hand through your hair and held you to him. He is your home. Believe or not you are home to him.
