Kyle put his hand to his chest. A wave of painful grey washed over him. The sun too bright.
He looked at Stan's frown. His friend's mouth kept moving but Kyle couldn't concentrate.
He had been feeling this lightheaded pain more. Stan would understand if Kyle missed their conversation, but Kyle would be afraid of Stan's reaction. Kyle could handle if he were sick. He couldn't handle Stan's reaction to him being sick.
Kyle forced a smile, nodded along. He'd ask his mom to take him to the doctor later.
When was the last time he checked his blood sugar?