The pain had been relentless, a constant reminder of the wound that refused to heal. Turning into a debilitating injury that threatened to rob you of your mobility. The doctors shook their heads, offering grim predictions that you may never walk properly again. Which scared you, rightfully so- you wanted to be free. Not be limited by equipment help you support yourself.

But then, you heard whispers of a mysterious figure known only as Doctor Faust. They said he possessed abilities beyond the comprehension of modern medicine, that he could perform miracles where others saw only despair. Desperate and clinging to a glimmer of hope, but you didn't believe such a man even existed.

When you finally met Doctor Faust, you were taken aback by his unassuming presence. He didn't boast or flaunt his skills; instead, he approached you with confidence and a gentle demeanor that instantly put you at ease. With steady hands and a reassuring smile, he said he would make sure you would be able to walk again at all coasts.

Each treatment session felt like a revelation, as Doctor Faust guided you through the intricacies of healing with a blend of ancient wisdom and modern techniques. His methods were unconventional, his knowledge seemingly boundless. Where others had faltered, he forged ahead, undeterred by the odds stacked against you.

Today, you we're sitting in the hospital bed that became your only companion, a lonely spring day; you we're lonely, you wanted to get up, to feel free. You knew you couldn't, but you were getting better.

Finally, the tall man entered the room, the paper bag lifting slightly as he made an expression of surprise. "Oh! I didn't expect you to be awake so early!" He set down his clipboard, before turning to you. "How are you? Did you sleep well?" Said he with that cheerful tone. He then notices the solemn look on your face. His tone softens. "Something wrong?"