Weak in the Knees Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Weak in the Knees Ch. 02

... ignored the rest of them and went into his room where he shut the door a little too hard and locked it. Zayne frowned at that, able to tell that something was extremely wrong, before offering to Diego that he could take Nadya and get her fed so he could go off the clock.

Diego, concerned for Zach's well-being, shook his head and suggested that Zayne go to his brother and see if he could get him to open up about what was bothering him. Zayne gave a short nod of his head and then wheeled over to the stairs before he locked his wheels and carefully used the railings to get up the stairs. He was slower than Diego going up the stairs, but he made it to the top and went down the hallway to knock on Zach's door.

Zach opened the door and was surprised to find Zayne leaning against the door frame. Zayne took a long look at his twin before asking, "Do you want to come downstairs and talk about it? I'll make some chai tea."

Zach let out a sigh and nodded his head. He helped Zayne get down the stairs and back to his wheelchair, and then Zayne went to heat up the milk to make chai tea, which he let Brinxton bring over to the table where Zach had sat down. Only once Zayne had come up and pushed one of the mugs toward Zach carefully did Zach say anything.

"My neurologist insists I'm just lazy and either making it up or that the symptoms are a sign of mental illness," Zach said flatly before he took a sip of his chai. "So I've been going through everything in my head trying to ...

... figure out if I'm going insane or not."

"Zach, we all watched you fall down the stairs," Zayne pointed out.

"I know," Zach said, and this time his voice cracked. "I don't know what to believe, Zayne. I feel like my life is spiraling out of control and I don't know if it's all my fault that it is. I feel like I'm making a mountain out of a molehill, or like I'm imagining all of it. And if it's all in my head and none of it is real, then I'm not safe for my daughter either, am I?"

Diego, carrying Nadya still and leaning against the counter, cleared his throat. "Doctors, especially in this country, are incredibly full of themselves and dismissive of anything outside of their specialty. It's probably a good idea to seek out a second opinion. Did the doctor run any tests? Have a labrador sniff you or have a cat come up to you for pets?"

Zach stared at Diego for a moment as he took in what he said and then let out the first laugh of the entire day. Eventually he shook his head. "No, he looked through the labwork my primary physician sent over, and then gave me a referral to a psychiatrist."

Zayne frowned at that. "He sounds like an asshole."

Diego nodded, "I completely agree. You definitely need a second opinion, preferably from a good doctor."

Zach looked unsure about that, like he couldn't handle another doctor telling him he was crazy, but Zayne was nodding his head and said, "Go and see mine. Not only does Dr. Han specialize in migraines, but she's one of the ...