"Hey Kyle! I well, I was just worried and stuff because of your letters so I decided to--" Stan wanted to explain before getting cut off by Kyle.

"You should not be here! I am okay Stan, you don't have to worry so much about me." The red hair had forcibly said, half shouting.

Stan wanted to argue but his intentions were cut off. "Okay look Kyle. I really want to know what are you doing in this place. It has been 3 years Kyle." He continued, "I'm going to stay here for only 2 days if it's alright. I packed my belongings anyways."

"But I am fine Stan."

"Missing out for like 3 weeks, not answering my calls and texts. I don't think so."

Kyle seemed like he wanted to fight back for no apparent reason before falling to the floor helplessly. He was coughing a lot. "Kyle? KYLE! What's wrong? W-wait lemme help you"

The ravenette hurried and grabbed his boyfriend's arm to help him walk.

He had placed him on his wooden chair beside a table. Stan stirred around the room mindlessly. He was panicking so much.

Everything seemed okay until Kyle started coughing blood. Lots of it.