“Nothing has to happen if you don't want it to. Enjoy the room. I can even sleep on the couch if you want,” Harry said and kissed Tana on the forehead.
“Like hell you are sleeping in another room when I have you all to myself,” Tana said and jumped on top of Harry.
The moaning sounds from both Tana and Harry disrupted the quiet of the rest of the hotel room. Tana had started to cry when Harry put himself inside her, taking her virginity. She had her arms constantly hugged or holding Harry, keeping his presence close to her naked body.
“I love you so much, Harry. I never want this to end,” Tana gasped between his thrusts.
“I know but I'm afraid it has to,” Harry said as he moved faster and harder causing Tana to moan louder and him to orgasm. He continued thrusting slowly as he leaned down to kiss Tana. They lay spent in each others arms for a couple minutes then Harry pulled out. Tana rolled over and turned on the bedside lamp then watched as Harry took off the condom.
“I thought you came,” Tana asked, noticing the lack of sperm in the condom.
“I did,” said Harry.
“Then shouldn't you have semen or something in the condom?”
“Yeah…?”
“You don't!” she pointed.
“Huh. That's odd,” Harry said, tossing the condom in the trashcan.
“You should get that looked at,” Tana said. “Make sure it's not serious.”
“I don't want to go to a doctor.”
“Please? For me? I'll go with you. I'll get a blood test done or something. It'll all be okay,” Tana smiled.
“My tests show that you are perfectly healthy, Mr…? You forgot to put your last name on the form,” the doctor said.
“Just call me Harry,” Harry said and Tana stifled a laugh.
“Okay, Harry. Well, I see you are perfectly healthy, don't smoke, drink or do drugs, testes are fully-grown and descended. There are a couple more tests to look at but from what I can tell you have aspermia. A condition where you just don't produce semen.”
“So what does that mean? I'll never produce sperm?”
“If you do have aspermia then yes. Other than that you are perfectly healthy.”
Harry looked over at Tana with a solemn face. “So I'll never have children?”
The doctor looked at both Harry and Tana and sighed. “You're both still young. And there are alternatives such as adoption and sperm donors,” he suggested.
“But those aren't as fun,” Harry said. “So there's no cure or something that'll help?”
“I'm sorry but no,” the doctor concluded. “But I will run those blood tests and make sure nothing else is wrong. You can go ahead and get dressed. If you have any further questions, please call.”
“Doctor?” Harry called and pointed to Tana.
“Ah! Yes. Thanks for reminding me,” the doctor grabbed a syringe and needle from the boxes on the counter. “Ms Whitney, please hold out your arm.”
“Damn, so close!” she cursed.
About a week had passed and Tana, along with her parents and Harry were back in the doctor's office. “Thank you for coming with me, Harry,” Tana said, shaking because she was so nervous. “What do you think they saw in my blood test?”
“It's probably nothing. Just want to be cautious, that's all,” Harry answered. He hugged Tana and kissed her forehead. “I'll always be here for you. Right beside you just like you are with me.”
Tana smiled and the doctor finally came in. “Hello, Ms Whitney, Mr…Harry,” the doctor said. “Are these your parents?” the doctor asked and extended his hand.
Tana's parent exchanged pleasantries, “So why did you call our daughter back down here, doctor?” Tana's mom asked.
“I got her blood test back and there is something wrong with it. The preliminary results have concluded evidence of cancer.”
“Can…Cancer? What kind?” Tana began panicking.
“Right now we're not a hundred percent sure that you have cancer, we'll need to run more tests but the evidence is there. With luck we caught this early and will be able to stop it before it spreads,” the doctor scribbled something on a pad of paper and gave it to Tana. “You can go to the imaging department at the hospital and they will run the additional tests needed. I suggest going as soon as possible.”
Three months later, Harry and Tana lay in her bed. It was almost midnight and Tana had been crying nearly non-stop for the last week. Harry held her tightly as she sniffled into his shirt as she pressed her face against his chest. “Tana?” Harry tried to get her attention by pulling his hand through her hair and lightly pushing her away but she clung close. “Tana?” he said more sternly.
