"I'm so sorry, Ky. You'er either going to die or change.... Unless I can get something for you. Can you still see straight?"
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"Right now I'm fine..." Kyle whimpered, though mostly out of fear. God, everything he'd been trying to avoid was happening all over again.
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"Goddammit!" he yelled in frustration. They were miles from the nearest pantry that he knew of. AS he rambled to himself, a new, small, and soft voice joined the chorus, seeming to drown out everything else.
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Kyle looked around as he pulled his hand away from Stan, looking for the adresser.
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"I'm sorry that you can't see me right now. I'm Anna. Remember me?"
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"Anna...." he said out loud with a faint smile, his body relaxing as he thought of the young girl.
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"Good, you do.Don't worry about anything. You're going to be fine. Just try to calm Stan so I can talk to him, okay?"
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Kyle nodded and turned his head to Stan, taking his arm with his uninsured arm gently, "Stan, it's going to be okay, please calm down... You're making me more nervous this way..."
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Stan closed his eyes, trying to calm down. "Yeah, you're right."
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Kyle leaned in, pressing his forehead against his and offering a smile, "You can't stay upset around this face anyways. Admit it."
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"I can if you're hurt."
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Kyle pulled away from him, hoping he'd listen to Anna.
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"Yeah? How?" His eyes widened at the explanation. "But last time--"
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Kyle was slightly uncertain about this as he had no idea wha they were talking about it but remained still.
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"Are you sure about this?"
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Kyle waited silently, unsure of what to do or what would happen to him.
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"Alright, Ky. I need you to stop thinking. Make your mind blank."
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Well this was going to be hard. Kyle closed his eyes, trying his best to completely clear his head from any thoughts.
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Stan groaned. Humans. Always thinking harder to not think. He tilted his chin upwards and leaned in for a kiss. This usually worked on most.
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Kyle didint move or flinch, his body near limp as he allowed him to.
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