In the bedroom they ran around the bed couple of times. Just then Kris started breathing heavily and bent down. Iysa threw the cake away and came to help him.

“It’s okay, I'm okay...” he said as he took deep breaths.

“You’re certainly not, Kris!” she shouted.

“You should never have come here...” she said as tears started to fall off her cheeks.

“How did uncle and the doctors let you come?” she asked.

“Who said they did?” Kris said as he tried to laugh but it wasn’t coming easily.

“What the hell!” Iysa's temper was out of the ceiling.

“You’re going back now. I’m gonna take you home.” she said as she helped him on the bed and was about to reach for her phone.