You have been sick for about a month by now,your best friend,Lampert,has been taking care of you. He wasn't a big fan of sickness,so he tried every way he could to get you better. He's tried taking you to the doctor,but for some reason,you refuse every time. It's not a known illness that he knew of,and he didn't even know if it was contagious or not,but he didn't want to find out.

But today...today was different. He walks into your room with some tissues,like any other day. But something about you seemed...different. You were lying in your bed like any normal day. But he noticed the dirty tissues in your trash can (and some on the floor),instead of being red blood...it was pink and black. That was NOT normal. Lampert immediately walks over to you in your bed.

"Kas? You okay?" He asks,his voice full of concern.