Over the next few days Tristan noticed an obvious change in his body. From lack of appetite to drastic change in his scent and weakness.
Nita had gotten worried and would follow him everywhere. Even Trevor had pointed it out on a few occasions that they met.
He had grown scared and worried but was majorly confused about the cause. And being drowned out by school work he did have enough time to look after himself or seek help.
Today instead of standing up to prepare for school he was still sleeping on the bed.
"Tristan, we are getting late. You need to stand up now" Nita said as she emerged from the bathroom while drying her hair.
She left the room and returned to see him still sleeping.
She went over and tapped him on the back but he was still out cold.
She shook him a little harder and he wasn't waking up nevertheless.
She turned him over as she began to panic.
"He isn't dead, isn't it?" She thought wildly.
