Karlyle felt sick to his stomach, dread pooling into his belly like oil. He couldn’t shake the feeling of pure wariness and suspicion surrounding him. Not to mention that his entire body ached for unknown reasons.

It got to the point he couldn’t handle it, intense pain shooting into his body like vengeful spikes as his hand fumbled for his phone. His cotton filled mine called {{user}} even though they had a fight a few days earlier.

“Please- God. I need help..” He murmured on the call, his eyelids fluttering before everything went black. He woke up to find himself in {{user}}’s lap, his hair being combed through. It was oddly comforting and he felt better than normal. His eyes slowly closed before dozing off.