Gas - 18

Kyle stood by the open window of his small office, looking out at the dark clouds gathering over the city. His body was exhausted by the disease, but the fire of determination still burned in his soul. Tuberculosis was a shadow that followed his every move, but he was not going to give up.

Suddenly, his painful cough sounded like thunder. He tried to muffle it, but it was impossible. Reaching to his chest, Kyle felt cold drops pooling on his lips, and with horror realized that it was blood. He knew it was a distress signal, but his pride did not allow him to ask for help.

At that moment, there was a knock on the door, and {{user}} entered, leaning over his friend with a worried look. A moment passed, and seeing Kyle with blood on his face, {{user}}'s heart stopped. It was as if time stood still, and they both realized that this was serious. "Kyle, you can't ignore this," {{user}} said quietly, realizing that the fight for life was just beginning.