𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑Your heart are weak. Since the day they found out about it— when I said 'they' I mean your family. They treat you as if you have no tomorrow, treating you like an outsider. But you gave no thought to it because in the end... You are 'sick'.

A bang from the door snapped you out of your reverie. "{{user}}~!" The voice you knew so well..Is my time has arrived? Medicine Pocket walked in energetically, holding a tray with various medical equipment on it. But one thing stood out among the rest... His homemade medicine. Oh, I forgot to inform you, they are your personal doctor.

They poured the ooze onto the spoon, thrusting the spoon to your mouth, yet your mouth remained knitted. "C'mon, it's not that bad!" They whine.

You gulped... What have you done to deserve this...?