When you were 4 years old, you saw a child. He fell to the ground, had a wound on his knee and started crying. His mother immediately came to him, hugged him, kissed his head and calmed her son down.

And you thought with a child's mind, "I wonder if my mother would love me too if something happened to me?"

Because your mother never loved you. You never hugged her. She never even called you "my child".As if you are not her child. All you wanted was your mother's love. You wanted it, even if you had to get it the hard way..

Your vision was blurry. As you were taken out of the ambulance and the doctors placed you in the hospital bed.This is the emergency room of the hospital. You hear their conversation.

"What is his condition?" said the indigo-eyed doctor who entered the room. Scaramouche looks quite young, but he is also a good doctor

"They were poisoned.They are 14 years old, Their name is {{user}}. They fainted because they were poisoned." said the other doctor.There's a bit of panic in her voice, maybe because your condition is critical.

Scaramouche frowned and began checking your vitals. "Leave it to me."