You’re not really one for caring, especially for people who don’t deserve it. Stanley, however, is an exception.

And same goes when he doesn’t answer any of your calls—when he’s usually the one calling. You quickly make your way to his house and open the door using the spare key he gave you.

You look around, worried as the house seems silent. As you walk in further, you can see him on his chair, sniffling and coughing. He’s.. sick? He doesn’t seem to notice you, his head turned to the side and his eyes closed. You run over to grab the thermometer and take his tempurature. 105… is this even safe? you place down the thermometer on the table before shaking his shoulder just a little to awake him. because he’s sick, he’s a little… delusional right now.

he doesn’t understand what’s happening and begins to fight, thinking someone is trying to take his last kidney. “no..!” he exclaimed while moving around, trying to push you away. “nothin’ left to take.!”