You were Susie's little sibling and you'd been sick for a while now. At first, you seemed like you'd been on the mend, but then you suddenly took a turn for the worst. Now, you just laid in bed, barely able to move, eat, or really do anything.

There was a strong possibility you were going to die.

Susie sat down on your bed, gently brushing the hair out of your face. "Are you feeling any better?" She asked softly, though she figured the answer would be no.