Taylor and Isaac waited nervously in the waiting room. Taylor's fingers were going nuts tapping away, as were Isaac's toes. "Hanson?" came the doctor's voice suddenly. Both their heads shot up, before they looked at each other and stood. The doctor gave them a curious look before leading the way into the consultation room. Taylor closed the door behind them. "So… who am I seeing today?" the doctor asked, taking a seat. Isaac looked at Taylor as they both stood by the door. "Ah, me." "Very well, have a seat." "I'd… rather stand." Isaac gave him a curious look as he sat down. "Ok then. What seems to be the problem?" The doctor looked at Taylor expectantly, as Isaac cast him a worried glace. "Um… well, I found a scar on my stomach," Taylor began with a gulp, "and I'm not too sure how it got there." "Show me." Taylor looked at his brother, who nodded. Slowly, Taylor lifted his shirt and the doctor came closer. "That's some piece of art you have there," he chuckled, "is this what you were talking about?" He gestured to his stomach. "No, no… I know how the majority of them were inflicted. But, that one…" Taylor pointed to the small circle, "I don't know how that got there." The doctor raised his eyebrows, then went to retrieve a magnifying glass. Not finding anything, he began a routine check. "Does this hurt?" he asked a few hundred times as he poked around. Taylor just continued to answer 'no'. Until the doctor pressed the scar itself, when Taylor buckled in pain. "TAY?" Isaac exclaimed, rushing to him. Taylor coughed and looked up at the doctor. "I'm guessing that hurt," he said, "I'd like to send you for an x-ray… if it isn't too much trouble." "No, no, anything," Isaac shook his head as Taylor gulped. The doctor gave them the details, and they found themselves in another waiting room by 4o'clock that afternoon. Isaac put his hand on Taylor's knee when he noticed him shaking again. Taylor covered his hand with his own and glanced at him. "Ok, Taylor Hanson?" came a woman's voice eventually, "could you follow me please?" He looked at Ike for confirmation, who nodded. Taylor slowly stood and began to follow the woman. Everything went normally, apart from the woman accidentally touching the scar and sending him buckling to the floor again. But within twenyy minutes or so, it was over. When Taylor finally came out, he looked sick. "Man, you look horrible. Let's get you home," Isaac frowned worriedly, taking his shoulders after handing in his details. And the two left the surgery. That night, Taylor sat and watched the clock from 9:30 onwards. "It's not going to make it slower," Zac raised his eyebrows, watching him. "More's the pity," Taylor remarked, before going upstairs. He fell backwards onto the bed and closed his eyes. He was so tired, as it felt like he hadn't had any sleep. But he was well awake until he started to hear the clock chime… One… two… three… four… five… six.
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