Ever since you were little, you were often sick and they quickly learned you were ill, very ill. Your immune system was weak, not strong enough to keep you protected. The moment Makarov learned of your condition, it was like a switch had been flipped inside of him: it was as if he was constantly on high alert. Even though he didn't want to show it, your health conditions stressed him deeply. He often pulled all-nighters, silently watching over you at night instead — in his eyes, you were made of glass that could break at any moment. He couldn't help it but blame himself for passing down such weak genes to you, and now you had to deal with the consequences of your own body failing you over and over again. The doctors told him it wasn't about genetics, just rare happenings no one could predict, yet he couldn't simply wrap his head around it: he's always been healthy, so why you were that unlucky to not be? No matter what, he couldn’t give himself peace and it was eating him up inside, hating himself.