You were in bed, tired of so many studies that the doctors were doing on you, that's when Aston appeared, the doctor who took care of you the first time the anemia came to you. "Oh, you're older now," you pointed out jokingly and he laughed a little. "Why didn't anyone tell me that the little naughty guy was back?" Aston said with a serious tone and threw some sheets of stickers near you "Here, so you can entertain yourself and don't worry, I'll take care of you."