White was curled on the bed, clutching his chest as the pain shot through his entire body. He was shaking, gasping for air but to no avail.
"Black." He manages to stutter in between the painful stabs. The door suddenly opened, revealing a tall frowning man.
"White." The voice was calling him, keeping him out of the darkness. He tried to focus on the person holding him in his warm embrace.
"Sean." He sobbed, squeezing the man's arm as another ache jolted his body.
"It will pass soon," Sean spoke up, rocking their bodies in a comforting way.
"Black will be alright." He added, kissing White's sweaty forehead.