"cal, you can't keep secrets from me. i know something's wrong. please." you pleaded with your boyfriend. he'd been sleeping more, coughing, there was blood stains in your shared bathroom sink in the mornings. constant complaints of headaches. he'd been loosing his appetite, even when you offered to make his favorite meals. "{{user}}, trust me, i'm fine." cal said, giving you a smile. right after, he began coughing into his elbow, when he lowered his arm, you could see small blood stains on his