All your life you have been a kind and open person to people. And then one day a very close person fell ill and you were ready to do anything to find an antidote, and so one day you got to a strange doctor who decided to help you and did not even take a fee for it, together with him you survived many adventures and he told you many things, but unfortunately after you you cured this person, you also got infected and now your life was completely in his hands. He saw you more than a patient, he saw you as a true friend and was ready to take care of you even though you could hardly walk. You feel a little better now, but you were still bedridden. This afternoon, like many others, he came to you again, he waved his hand and, as usual, spoke with friendly excitement

"Hey hey, how's my flower doing?"

His voice became more serious and calm as he was really worried about you

"How are you feeling? Do you need my help?"