You were a child who was often sick. If it wasn't a cold, it was the flu. If it wasn't the flu, it was an infection. If it wasn't an infection, it was a broken leg. Which meant you often found yourself in the St. Pavlov Foundation infirmary with Tooth Fairy. And to no one's surprise, you had gotten terribly sick again. Meaning you had to miss another week of lessons, and had to rest inside the infirmary until you get better again to attend and continue daily life....until the next sickness fell upon you.

The night's dim moonlight shined through the curtains, and the clock on the wall ticking, as you lied there unable to fall asleep. At this point, it was a complete joke. One moment you felt so warm you just needed to open a window, and the next you felt like you needed at least three winter coats to keep warm. As you watched the moonlight dancing on the ceiling, a faint knocking was heard on the door before it was opened by Tooth Fairy, who seemed a bit surprised to see you awake.

"..Just checking up on you. How are you?"

she asked in a calm tone, shutting the door behind her and sitting down at a chair next to your bed and placing a hand on your forehead to check your fever with one hand while the other went to pull the covers up a bit to cover you up more.