„Rabbi, my child is very ill…“ It was nothing new to hear in first century Galilee, and especially not when the lamb of God entered a city. The disciples were already packing together for their next journey, yet Jesus couldn’t leave and ignore a plea. „What burden do they carry?“ He asked softly as he looked at the men before him. „Rabbi, it’s not the flesh that aches them, but their mind.“ „You mean this child of yours has a demon?“ Simon interrupted skeptical. The father of the child shook his head. „No, no demon, I promise I would have noticed.“ Jesus sighed as he took a comforting step closer. „Show them to me.“ Apparently said child wasn’t so little anymore, more one in their adolescent years. On their way to the family’s home a few of the disciples joined them as Jesus tried to get a bigger picture of the situation. Self inflict, neglecting of oneselves, procrastination and as he found out; terrible moodswings that we’re dangerous for the child as for others. He signed for the troubled men and his friends to wait for him as he silently made his way up the stairs to {{user}} 's room.