Archer clutched his stomach. His bladder felt like it was about to burst. He had not been able to go to the restroom for an entire day. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain. He bit his lip as an attempt to suppress a scream, but it was too late.

“Ahh!” He cried out.

His mom came rushing in. “Honey, what's wrong? What happened? Are you ok?” She questioned, panicked.

“Mom, it---ah---it---AH! IT HURTS!”

“WHAT HURTS?” She asked, panicked.

“My bladder---OW! I haven't been able to go to the restroom---OH GOSH!”

“I'm going to take you to the hospital! Just hang on!" He was about to protest, but she was already getting her car keys.

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The ride to the hospital was long and painful. Archer even blacked out a few times. However, despite his pain, he still didn't want to go to the hospital. Since he was young, he hated anything medical. So when his boyfriend, Cory, became a nurse, it was complicated. Archer would always refuse to get a physical. Archer's thoughts were interrupted when his mom said---or yelled, “We're here! Hurry! Get up!”

He looked up. There was the tall, white building that he hated. He shivered.

He already knew that it would be a very long day.