Finally. He was alone. Bending over, Luis coughed violently into his hand, his other hand clutching at his chest. He pulled his hand away from his mouth, glaring at the blood that covered his shaking fist.

Hearing a gasp behind him, he whipped around, his face paling as he felt the black veins sprouting from his arm stretch up his neck. Stumbling over his words, Luis wiped the blood off of his hand and onto his jacket.

"{{user}}, m-mi amor, let me explain, please-"

But he knew there would be no more explanations. No more excuses why he'd randomly leave the room, no more explanations for why he seemed to always be choking on the water he'd drink.