As good as this is, he came in here for a reason.

'No, Rach, listen,' he said, somehow mustering the will to pull away. 'Something's wrong. I... I need to go to the doctor.'

Rachel finally leaned back, the lusty look in her eyes slowly fading to concern. 'The doctor?' She shook her head questioningly. 'What's wrong, John?'

'It's... down there,' he stammered, embarrassed that he'd let it get his far despite his apparent condition.

Rachel looked at the area in question with growing fear. 'Like... a disease?'

'I don't know, I don't think so,' he began, but Rachel cut him off.

'How could you have gotten something? I don't have anything, John, so you couldn't have gotten it from me. Are you saying you caught something from someone else?' she rambled, getting more disgusted with each word.

'No, Rach, I... I don't know what it is. That's why I need to see a doctor.' He sighed.