For Little White Comet, thanks for pointing that awkward mistake out haha
Pairing: Style
Object: Diabetes
"No, it's cool, I got it."
"You sure, Ike?"
"Uh.." Ike moaned at the unpleasant feeling the needle in his arm was giving him. "Yeah."
A very pale looking Stan groaned as he watched the liquid in the needle squeeze into Ike's creamy skin. Kyle noticed this and placed a hand on the raven's back, rubbing comforting circles with his palm.
"It's okay, dude. It doesn't hurt that much, does it, Ike?"
His brother scoffed a reply and slid the prick from his arm, retreating it to it's box.
"I.. I think I'm gonna vom." Stan rose his arm and gagged into his hand. He wasn't very good with these sorts of things.
"Mm. It's not so bad." The smaller raven shrugged, clapping the insulin box shut. "It's just effort to do it twice a day."
"No way is sticking a big fat knife in your arm 'not so bad.' It's fucking disgusting."
"Not really. I've been doing it since I was six."
The taller raven wasn't convinced and turned his nose up at the thought of it. He really hated needles. "Gross."
"Kyle, is he always such a pussy?" He chuckled, jumping off the kitchen counter. Stan protested at the insult, but was ignored by Ike as he trotted out of the room, taking the medical box with him.
Kyle looked at his friend, amused by the flustered expression he held on his face.
"You really aren't gonna' survive the injection tomorrow, are you?"
"Shit.." He sighed, sliding a hand through his thick black hair. "You know what? I think I might just skip it."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I've decided that dying is probably better than getting stabbed in the arm."
The redhead sniggered at his friend's comment. He was thinking way too much into this. "Dude, you're not gonna die. Your immune system just wont recognise the HepB virus if it ever comes through."
"Oh." Stan processed this information, taking a couple of seconds to realize what that meant. "Wait, so you're saying I wont die if I don't get this done?"
"Yeah."
The raven exhaled in relief, turning his confused expression into a relaxed one. "Awesome! God, I feel so much better now."
"I still think you should have it done though."
"I know, but I think I'd rather save the humiliation of barfing everywhere."
"Fair enough. What are you gonna say to your mom?"
He shrugged. "I'll probably just fake it and say that I had it done."
"Think she's stupid enough to believe that?"
Both Kyle and Stan blinked at each other, before both saying in unison, "Yeah."