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Sehun kept quiet after Luhan told him about getting infected with HIV. He kept quiet and hung up the phone.The first thing which brought Sehun to Luhan was, well… sex. Now that it’s highly unlikely Sehun would want to have sex with Luhan ever again, it was pointless for him to keep in contact with Luhan anymore. Even though Sehun wanted to see Luhan again so badly, it would only make them awkward.Luhan called for the whole day. And as expected Sehun didn’t want to pick up the phone.Second day. Third day. Fourth day.  Luhan stopped calling. His heart was shattered thinking how could someone who happened to have sex with him and started to date him ignored him because he has HIV. It was really unfair. ...It’s not like HIV was his choice.However Luhan was worried about Sehun. What if Sehun was infected with HIV too? Transmitted by Luhan himself? Sehun would definitely hate Luhan. No matter how much Luhan worried about Sehun, he didn’t know what to do because Sehun wouldn't pick up his call.For nights and nights, Luhan couldn’t sleep at all. He sat at his desk trying to figure out his life plans, he wanted a Plan B. Pieces of crumpled paper were thrown into the waste bin, he was beyond frustrated when in the end he still didn’t know what to do. He cried, he pulled his hair, he even tried to place a cutter on his wrist. But he finally came up with the only plan, which was to visit the hospital, for a jab, for a medicine, for whatever which was applicable. He just wanted to get rid of this virus, if it's ever possible.He got ready in the next morning, this time, he wasn’t wearing his usual collared white shirt, and instead he wore a red hoodie to cover his head because he was too ashamed about his HIV. He grabbed his car keys and turned the door knob of his dorm. Sehun. Sehun stood at Luhan’s door, he didn’t say a word or show any expressions. It was just like the first time they met at the hotel room door. Luhan lifted up his head and looked at Sehun with his tired eyes, he dropped his head low again because he was awkward about it. Luhan didn’t want to converse with the taller male, he was ashamed to even face him.Luhan took out a leap to push through Sehun, but Sehun grabbed Luhan’s forearm to stop him.“I need to take a trip to the hospital. Let go of me.” Luhan pleaded.“A trip? Are you sure it’s only a trip?”“…”“I think you need to come to the hospital with me so that I can have my blood test done.” They were in separate departments when they had their procedures done: Luhan with his consultation session, Sehun with his blood collection. Luhan wasn’t done yet so Sehun waited for him outside the consultation office.Luhan then came out and just as he thought, there is no cure for HIV. The doctor could only prescribe some anti-HIV drugs to him. He couldn’t hide his troubled face when Sehun approached him, Sehun was more like a minor problem to him now as he didn’t know what else he could do in life.  Was he supposed to wait for his death? How is he going to die?How much longer can he live?  These questions haunted him whenever he tried to sleep. Every night he would wake up with his body covered in sweat and he was too afraid to think about death. Nightmare has just started for the doe-eyed Luhan, even the brightest daylight couldn’t chase the nightmare away. Luhan’s eyes had become weary and sunken. His overly skinny body had become even bonier than before. He couldn’t eat, couldn’t think, he was almost living like a dead person. Without breaking a sweat, Sehun was out of his mind, already. Stigmatism.Fear.Selfishness. Any other human being would’ve avoided a HIV infected patient.  How would Sehun think?