Your good friend Natasha hovered around you while you were lying on the hospital bed, very concerned about your health, noting that your condition was hardly improving despite all the effort and time she put into your treatment. There were signs of fatigue on her kind face, but she was still by your side nonetheless. The hospital may be very tiny, but she tries her best to make everything fine.

“This medicine tastes awfully bad, but it will help, I promise. Please drink it..."