"Can't you stay? Just one more night?" Stan asks.

I shake my head.

"Can't do. Mom and dad wanted me home after school, I came here to gather my stuff, I might have like half an hour," I say.

"It's good that I didn't have to break the news, mom needs me home as well, although she didn't set a time as long as I'm home before dad is," Kyle says.

"I mean, we'll see each other in school, won't we?" I ask.

"I guess. We've just been sleeping over at each other's houses for nearly a full week now. This literally feels like I'm saying goodbye to kids going to college. Like, really really makes me feel like a parent sending kids to college," Stan says.

"Aw. We'll come back over as soon as we can," I say.

Kyle nods.

"That just might be a while," I say.

"True," Kyle says.

"Are you getting grounded again?" Kenny asks.

"Not really, mom is just getting worse. I sure hope she lives to see my 18th birthday," I say.

"What does she have?" Kenny asks.

"Doctors couldn't figure it out. Cancer is out of the picture, according to them, but it could be a generic decease, which would mean nothing good for me," I say.

"Are they gonna do a check?" Stan asks.

"Yup. Today actually. They have identified the way the illness works, so, we're checking me up. If there is even the slightest hint there, they might investigate it more," I say.

"Is it possible for an illness to effect people without the same DNA, without anything in common?" Kenny asks.

Stan and Kenny both look at Kyle.

"There must be something that makes it possible. One could've effected the other via some kind of contact- like sex, kissing or something alike. Why?" Kyle asks.

"Apparently my uncle had some random illness nobody knew jack shit about. Although they made it better somehow. I thought... could it be possible that it's the same thing?" Kenny asks.

"How could that be possible?" I ask.

"Well, we might be dealing with an epidemic that effects people with lower immunity systems, although I don't understand, how that could be possible. The symptoms would need to be the same," Kyle says.

"Um. What?" Kenny asks.

"It's not complicated enough for you to say that," Stan says.

"Then explain it to me, I don't fucking understand. My uncle doesn't even live in fucking America. Let alone anywhere close enough to get infected, or visa versa," Kenny says.

"I thought you didn't understand, what Kyle was saying," Stan says.

"I'm not a fucking idiot. My uncle lives in Ireland, the fucker is from my grandfathers first marriage. No fucking illness goes that far. Even the Black Death kept it's infections within a small area, not across the world," Kenny says.

"Do you have family in Ireland?" Kyle asks me.

"Not that I know of," I say.

"Has your uncle been to America?" Kyle asks Kenny.

"No, not ones," Kenny says.

Kyle looks very confused.

"Did either of them smoke?" Kyle asks.

"Yeah," Kenny says.

I shake my head 'no'.

"Drink alcohol?" Kyle asks.

I nod while Kenny shakes his head 'no'.

"What? That's not fucking possible! How?" Kyle asks.

"Do or did they take medication?" Stan asks.

"Yes," both Ken and I say.

"Okay. Is it possible they haven't or hadn't taken that medication for a while?" Stan asks.

"She hasn't been to the hospital from, what I know," I say.

"There is the problem. Although that would mean you don't have that problem, unless you take the same meds," Stan says.

"Holy shit, Stan. When did you get smarter than fucking doctors?" Kyle asks.

"I'm not, it just reminded me of the time my dad came home from somewhere and almost forgot to take his meds, which I pretty much forced down his throat," Stan says.

"How old were you?" Kyle asks.

"I think I was 11, not that it matters," Stan says.

"How did you get him to take them?" Kyle asks.

"I pushed him down on the couch and gave him the water and his meds, insisting that if he didn't take them, I would get them down his throat by forcing his mouth open and dropping the pills in. Nothing that special. How so?" Stan asks.

"Stan, you're scary," Kenny says.

"I was 11. I thought he would die if he didn't take them. Don't judge me," Stan says.

"Says the dude that should be taking his pills right now," mutters Kyle.

"Oh shit, you're right. Be right back," Stan says.

He leaves.

"What the fuck would Stan do without me?" Kyle asks.

"Probably drink alcohol while taking medication or something," I say.

"I don't want to think about that possibility," Kyle says.

"Sniffing glue," Kenny says.

"Oh God, no. It's not even good! It's absolute shit. Why would people do it?" Kyle asks.

"Get so high he'd think he's a bird? Or an orange?" Kenny asks.

"Don't remind me, that story was so fucking scary," I say.

"Leo? Why the fuck are you swearing?" Kyle asks.

"That's pretty hypocritical of you. I can swear, if I feel like it. Why the fuck are you swearing then?" I ask.

"Butterfly, that's an another one into the swear jar," Kenny says.

I roll my eyes.

"He's being corrupted by Craig," Kenny says.

Stan comes back.

"Did you take them?" Kyle asks.

"Yes I did," Stan says.

"Show me," Kyle says.

Stan gives Kyle the meds, Kyle seems to count them.

"You didn't wash it down the toilet again?" Kyle asks.

"Kyle, that was like two years ago," Stan says.

"You were perfectly able to get the pill down two years ago, I'm not taking risks that you get something," Kyle says.

"Hypocrite," Stan mutters.

"Oh yeah? How come?" Kyle asks.

"I remember perfectly well, when you went into the hospital and the doctor gave you the pills, which you 'forgot' to take for a couple of nights. I was over at yours for two weeks to make sure you took them, remember?" Stan says.

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