Sun: BAD NEWS! Star is sick!
Space: No. That is amazing news. No more punches!
Sun: Worry about your sick friend.
Anyways. . She is coughing blood and HATE right now. . She also is struggling to breathe.
Star: -from her bedroom- I..I C..CAN'T. . -cough- B..BREATHE!
Sun: STAR! ALL OF US HAVE TO GO NOW, ARE YOU SERIOUS!?
Star: Y..YES!
Space: Dear lord, . . Someone take care of her please. .
*Star could be heard crying and whimpering* . .
*Visit/See her?*
