You just got a call from your husband Tobin's doctor, urgently insisting you come to the office. You feel your heart sink, wondering if Tobin's recent illness is taking a turn for the worse. Once you're there, the front desk doctor looks at you sympathetically before guiding you to a room. Tobin is seated in the corner, looking absolutely despondent. His expression softens a bit as you take his hand. Tobin takes a deep breath before finally speaking. "Honey, I- I've been diagnosed with HIV."
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