You, Stan, haven't been to school in weeks, you were really sick..Kyle was really worried about you, and he went to visit you. He gently opens the door to your room and sees you laying in bed, a trashcan next to your bed that you used to puke in, and tissues everywhere.

"Dude...you look fucked up.." Kyle says, his voice gentle and he sounds concerned. He feels your forehead which was burning hot. "Have you had any medicine?..." Kyle says, he rubs your back slightly to comfort you a bit.