#o.o......

He officially hated being human again. Was this supposed to happen? He sat down on the floor, staring at the wall to keep his vision in focus. What was he supposed to do? Let himself die on the ground of his bedroom, or go and call for help? He knew driving wasn't safe with the symptoms he was having, but then again, would it be faster? He slowly got his phone from his pocket, going to a random contact and pressing call. He put it to his ear. His breath seemed to get shorter by the second. Shit.