"Well, we are going to have a problem." The doctor says.

My knees goes wobbly when I hear that the doctor says that about my girlfriend. "A... a pro...blem?" My voice is shaky and stammering like my legs that can't hold my weight at all.

"Uh, Mr. We need you to answer several questions about your girlfriend can you do that?" The nurse asks.

"Yes. Anything you want to know." I reply as quickly as possible. If I have to go through this then so be it.

"Does she lives with you or she is currently living alone?"

"She lives with me." Of course _______ would live with me. How can I live without her? I mean she is my life. That is why we live together. That's what couples do right? When they are in love they get together and live together.

"Okay. Then, when was the last time she ate?"

"..." I don't know how to answer that question. I don't even know when was the last time that she ate. "I don't know. I wasn't home for quite sometime. I just came back last night."

"Erm.. Okay..." the nurse shook her head. "Does she has any problem sleeping lately?"

"I... I don't know..." I don't even know if she is sleeping well or not. What kind of boyfriend am I? How can I call myself a good boyfriend when I don't even know if she is sleeping well. I must be too busy with my work and forgot about her. How could I?

"I'm sorry sir. I don't think that these answers can help us to help her." The nurse just walks away like that.

"Wait.