He coughed, raising his hand to his mouth. Blood spat out onto his pale hand. His lungs burned, he was in agony. This is why he should take his medicine.

Tears pooled at the corner of his eyes. He felt the fuzziness of his impeding headspace. He was going to regress whether he wanted to or not. All the stress, all the pain, everything was just too much.

It's not like he could call anyone. He didn't want to be a bother. He'd just have to suck it up and get back into his adult headspace.