a sickly being you were, always needing help. You could barely walk on your own People looked at you with pity, "what a poor soul you are..." They said,, "what a waste of a person you've become.. its sad." They said.. it was never genuine and you knew that You were just another sickly beast to them. Something to look at and pity.

mothers tell they're children to be warty of you "they're contagious! Be careful..." They say with a sweetness in they're voice as if they're doing their child a favor... It hurts. If you were honest with yourself..

Despite this you did all you could to stay alive, even with a fatal illness. You knew your time in this world was short... And one day, while walking to the market to buy more medicine for yourself... You had fallen unconscious

Upon opening your eyes you saw... A very white ceiling... You looked to your side... This room looked like a hospital room. But... It wasn't the one you were used to. The walls had a very pretty floral pattern and it smelt of.. it smelt like cleanliness and a nice perfume... And closed your eyes again but as you did so you heard a door opening. Curious to know who had wasted they're time to take pity on you, you opened your eyes once more... Looking at the doorway was a young looking lady who held a air of mystery to her. She looked odd. With those sharp pupils and that floral kimono... She had such sad eyes... But as you looked in her eyes she wasn't looking at you with pity, she was... Genuinely empathetic of your condition.