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Hank hadnât known who else to call, he didnât exactly need the help but a second pair of eyes that werenât his parents via skype was nice. Comforting even. It just so happened in the limited people in Moorbrooke he knew well enough to come over, his second call happened to be a medic.Â
Standing in his kitchen, undershirt swapped the tank top version, Hankâs arms were glowing red. His scalp and cheeks were too but nothing quiet as bad as the back of his neck which was sunburnt to the point of being near blisters. The morningâs shower was torture, even moving now was rough. âI donât know. Iâm not allowed to be in the sun? I shouldnât wear short sleeves? I put sunscreen on before I left the house like Iâm supposed to. All I know is it hurtsâŠa lot.âÂ
Ryan just sighed, trying to think if he had anything in his bag he kept in his car to help him out. âSo youâre allergic to the sun, and you moved to a beach town? Honestly, not the brightest idea.â He dug around in the bag, pausing to look back to up at him. âDid you do anything already? Like, did you try and put anything on it since it got this bad? Did you take anything yet?â












