Dan sighed, he knew it was only a matter of time before they asked, but the time they asked just made him feel worse,

"So you guys just came to ask what's wrong with me? Ugh..." He said " Look its, nothing. I talked to my dad but he didn't say much. It seemed he was just as surprised as me at this." 

[color=ec008c]I can't tell them anything. Nothing about my....Sickness.[/color]

"Just really bummed, Mom was disappointed and that always sucks. But ya know. That's just life, we make mistakes and forgive other. We don't give each other dirty looks because of one mistake, right?"

[color=ec008c]Too specific Dan.[/color] He thought to himself, getting more visually upset, his heart racing faster than before, remembering Twiggy.

"It's nothing, alright? Just leave it alone." He said as he stood up, something was very wrong.

[color=ec008c]Twice in one night? This is new.[/color]

"I got to go guys." He said standing, trying to wave off the searing pain in his chest. "I forgot to feed...." Dan's mind blanked, his thoughts a blur and a headache arising. "...Twiggy..." He said as he walked off his left leg almost giving out on the spot. This was worse. Worse than last time.

His breath had become short now, and his head felt lighter than a feather, and, to Dan, it was spinning around.

He managed to only get one step up the stairs in the center before his feat gave out completely. 
[color=ec008c]Why didn't I just get medicine like Mom told me to, she said this would happen. Idiot.[/color]

He said, as his mind began to blur, as his consciousness faded.


                                                                    "Twiggy...I'm sorry." 


Dan had passed out, drenched in a sudden amount of stress. If his friends didn't act quick, Dan would be in serious trouble.