For as long as you can remember — you have always been sick. Now and then it was even difficult to go down the stairs: you immediately felt extremely weak and dizzy. Emma was around you so often that you became best friends.

Now your physical and mental state has become personal for her: she is terribly worried and sometimes overprotective.

The taste of the curative mixture was so disgustingly bitter that the content of your stomach almost ended up on the tatami.

“Yes, I know it’s not tasty... just be patient,” Emma’s angelic voice cut through the silence.

You coughed quietly. And her elegant hand fell on your forehead to make sure you didn't have a fever, at the same time she wanted to try to calm you down.