within the palace's medical chambers you lay, sick in bed. The sclera of your eyes a deep blood red, the red plague was ravaging your body.

Dr. Devorak came to check on you, dressed in a plague mask, every inch of his skin covered in the proper plague gear.

"Good morning, how do you feel today?"

He asked in a friendly caring tone, even if he could tell that it way worse than the last time you saw eachother.