The Good Life (Collab)

Chapter 8

A/N: Hey ya'll! It's Kuro-chan and Capricorn here with the next chappie of the Good Life. Hehes, yeah we're having a hard time ending this. It's like we get to a point that we could end it on, but then we're like meh let's keep going. Plus, it's hard to finish or end a good thing; especially when we're addicted to this and the other story we're working on. Hopefully ya'll are still enjoying the story. We also hope ya'll enjoy this chappie. Please R&R!

The next day, Joey woke Malik up. "Heh, wake up, I gotta surprise fer yeh." He kissed him gently.

"Hmm? Oh, ok," agreed Malik groggily, getting up to rub the sleep out of his eyes.

Joey took Malik to a beautiful high-rise. Entering, he pushed button 23.

"Where we going?" asked Malik curiously.

Joey's smiled faltered just a bit. "You'll see."

Malik hugged him, not wanting him to be upset, "Ok, I trust you."

Opening the door, there was a doctor's office. "I am worried about you."

Malik immediately blanched at seeing the office, wondering if this were his worst nightmare. He went to see if he could step out.

"There's nothing I need to go to a doctor about," he muttered.

"Please, go... for me. I love ya man, an' wanna grow old wit ya." Honey eyes stared beseechingly at Malik.

Malik sighed, "Ok, ok, fine."

Joey walked in with Malik, staying by his side as Malik filled out paperwork.

Malik sighed, but knew he's doing this for Joey after all. When he finished filling out the paperwork, he waited in the waiting room with Joey.

The doctor called him back, Joey going with him, holding his hand.

Although before reaching the examination room, he fainted, his nose bleeding.

"Fuck!" Joey grabbed Malik bridal style, rushing him to the room, yelling for help.

A few nurses helped Joey put Malik in a room to be tested to figure out what could be wrong with him.

Joey held his hand, texting Marik that Malik was at doctors getting some tests.

Marik texted back to make sure Joey promised to give him updates on Malik.

Joey promised he would as he held onto Marik like a lifeline, terrified. He never saw Malik look so fragile.

A few hours later, Malik woke up. He felt disoriented, not sure what happened to him at all.

"Hey there sexy." Joey smiled at him, worry in his eyes.

"Hi," he replied, uncertain of why he had dried blood on his face.

Joey grabbed a rag, wetting it and wiping Malik's face.

"Um, thanks?" Malik shrugged, wondering why he's here again. "Are we done here yet?"

"You passed out and your nose started bleeding. They are running tests." Joey leaned up, kissing Malik's forehead.

"Did they find anything out yet?" he asked.

Joey shook his head no.

"Weird," muttered Malik, then sighed. "Mar's probably worried."

"I told him and am texting him."

"Good," he sighed in relief.

Joey just waited with Malik for the doctor.