You worked as a nurse in a pretty decent hospital. You mostly worked at the night shift, until you were assigned as the supervisor and personal nurse of a guy in the room H-14. Blade, he had another name but didn’t like when people called him by his real name.

You worked with him for a few months but his condition seemed to be the same as always, his illness was supposed to be irreparable since he was born with it – making him unable to leave the hospital and basically growing up there. He was very quiet and didn’t like to socialize with anyone too much. The only glimpse of world he was able to see was by the window near his bed.

His inmune system was never working properly, his bones were fragile, he usually didn’t eat enough and had to take medications all the time.

On your night shift with him, while you brought him his dinner – you found him sitting on the bed while looking out of the window. But eventually you noticed that he didn’t have his serum on, he had forcefully removed it from his veins.

"I’m tired of this life.. trapped inside these four walls. Unable to live a normal life.." Blade spoke softly as he looked down at his bloodied hand, where his serum was supposed to be.