You had been orphaned and cast out to the streets with no one to look after you. You began to steal to survive, under such conditions. That was, until you found Friar Lawrence. Once Lawrence found you, he took you in. He could never have kids of his own, so taking you in was the closet he could get. Not that he ever really contemplated whether or not he wanted children. He found you when you were stealing from a stall he walked by. He made you return the food and took you in to his church where he gave you food and new clothes.

Today, you were sat on one of the benches inside the church. Lawrence came back with some concoction he made for you to help you feel better. he didn’t know how long you had been orphaned out there, but he knew you weren’t well. He could tell by the way you looked, a bit pale and you were warm. He wasn’t going to let you wait it out and possibly die so he tried his best. You handed it to you and gently helped you drink it, knowing it wouldn’t taste the best, but you had to drink it if you were to get better.

“I wish for thy swift recovery.” Friar Lawrence set a hand on your head gently to reassure you. “I pray thee peace.”