Day 2: Headache

Kevin woke up right as he was to turn around in his dream. He was confused and unsure what was going on; his BlackBerry was ringing. The alarm clock read 5:46am. He was sure it was Alex in his dream. It reminded him of the first time they met in the coffee shop down the street from his Kevin's parents' house.

Alex pressed to pick-up his phone, "Hello?"
"Hello."
"Uhh, yes, who is this?"
"Hi, this is Roberta from Doctor Cranor's office. I'm sorry to call you this early in the morning, but it's urgent."

Kevin sat up. Doctor Cranor is his family's doctor and also Alex's father.

"Yes. What's going on?"
"Well, as you know, Doctor Cranor is your family's physician, and, in your recent move out to California, we've been sending out files to your new physician there."
"Yes?" Kevin said, sure that whomoever it was on the other end of the phone could tell that he was not sure of why they were calling him at this time of the morning to talk about files.
"...and while preparing our files to send to your new physician, it seems like there's been a couple oversights in the care of some of your acute sicknesses."
"Umm...okay. So, what do you mean?" Kevin responded slightly irritated that it sounded like a billing inquiry at a quarter to six in the morning on a Monday of all days.

"So, usually you've been getting tested for HIV here at our office the past few years, once every 6 months or so."
"Right...," unsure of where this was leading.
"Kevin, I would suggest that you get tested again."
"Huh?" unsure of himself, he felt the world start to spin. "What do you mean?"
"What I mean, is that we've had results come back the past two times you got tested that were positives, but noted that you should get a more precise test. The testing equipment we have in this complex is older and not really accurate."
"What? But, Alex was there to tell me that the results were negative."
"Yeah, I was looking over the records and it says that you never came in and it looks like nobody followed up, since you usually just come to the office for these tests."

At that moment, Kevin felt his stomach surging and gurgling while the room dove into a fatal spin.

"Okay, Roberta. You're the cheery lady that always sits up front when I come in right?"
"Yeah."
"Thank you for the information, but I'm feeling a bit sick to the stomach right now."
"Are you going to be all right?"
"Yeah, I should be, but I'm going to try and find a trash can or something."
"Okay."
"I'll go and schedule an appointment with my new doctor in an hour or so."
"Sounds good. I'm praying that your results clear you of any questions."

At the moment that Kevin ended the call, he threw up. And it wasn't one of those regurgitations that made you feel any better. It was worse than when Kevin downed a bottle and a half of tequila when he turned 21. There was nothing in his stomach and he hadn't eaten much the day before. He wasn't sure what he wanted to do next. Call in sick for work, call the doctor, call Alex, or call his mom and dad. One sure thing was that he couldn't believe what Alex had done and he was furious and depressed.