Fang was awoken da the sound of a knock, the male groaning and kicking the blankets off of his body. He looked over at the clock, it was nearly 8 AM but Fang hadn't been asleep long. The male coughed and spit into the trash can as he walked past, slowly trudging down the stairs. "Finally get to rest without waking up every ora and I get woken up da a knock." He grumbled, pulling a camicia over his bare chest, unlocking the door. Fang sighed and slowly opened the door, staring down at red hair. "Go home, Tobias." He said, already beginning to shut the door. "Wait!" The red head stuck his foot into the door, prying it back open. "Fletcher wants to see you, right now." He stared, causing Fang to look away from the hetero-chromatic eyes. "I'm not going." He hissed out, pushing against the door and grunting when Tobias pushed with più force. "You can't even keep me out of your own home because you're so weak!" He gave another shove and Fang stumbled back away from the door, falling back down on the ground. "Why should I?" He asked with a hiss, only resulting in a glare from the red-head. "I think te know why, Fang." Tobias stepped in and held out his hand only to have it smacked away. "Fine, but don't touch me." Fang glared. "I'm going to change, I'll be back." He grumbled and walked back up the stairs, having another coughing fit da the time he reached the top. The male kneeled in front the trash can he had spit in earlier, coughing into it. He clutched onto the door frame and hit his fist against it before slowly standing once he was finished. The avian changed reluctantly before meeting Tobias back downstairs.

Fang kept his arms across his chest, glaring a hole through Fletcher. "No." He growled out through clenched teeth. "Fang, Gesù Christ. I'm drawing blood, I'm not going to strap te to a table. Just a vial and I should be able to run tests and find out what's wrong.." He sighed out as Fang stood to leave. "Not tests on you, your blood. Please, just sit down. Scotty is worried about you, along with everyone else." Fletcher opened a drawer, pulling a syringe. "I'm fine, thanks for your concern." Fang scoffed out, watching the chemist. "You're not, actually. I've known te since te joined the team." Fletcher grabbed an alcohol pad and a rubber tie. "Your once oliva skin is turning an ashen color.. You're wasting away." Fletcher detto and tied the kit around Fang's bicep, cleaning off the bend of his arm. Fang opened his mouth to speak but was cut off da the needle being pushed into his arm. "I would have came and gotten te myself, but I needed to set things up." He slowly pulled the needle away once the vial was full with blood, untying the kit. Fletcher dropped a bit of blood onto a microscope slide before shoving the rest into a machine. Tobias stood in the corner, staring off into space. Fang glanced between the two, raising a brow. "What's the deal with the kid?" He asked, earning a shrug from Fletcher who was already glued to a microscope. "No idea, and don't ask why I have non-chemist materials in my office." He hummed out. "This will take a while, you're welcome to nap while we wait." Fang sighed at this, leaning back in the chair. "No worries of that, haven't been sleeping much, either in pain o hacking up blood." Fang sighed. Fletcher was silent as he worked, looking up when the machine beeped. His face was pale as he stared at the paper. He looked back to the slid before looking at Tobias who was staring back. Both Tobias and Fletcher looked in unison at Fang before speaking two words. "Terminal cancer."

I will now be accepting commenti of hatred for what I have done. Also I have no regret of what I have done. Now te know, and now, things shall be getting interesting. I felt that this needed one chapter da itself, so that's why no one else was brought in.