I thought I was dead for a while, I felt so cold... then after what felt like forever I felt warm again.

I then heard a muffled voice saying something I could not understand as I was warmed in something soft.

It took me a while to regain my strength but I soon opened my eyes to see the dark doctor.
I looked up at him weakly then tried to speak but he shushed me.
"Rest now..." His gravelly voice sounded soothing somehow as it's hushed tone fluttered into my ears.
"You nearly died today..."

He finished as his beautiful, silver eyes moved along with the words in his book he appeared to be reading.

He seemed emotionless and cold but his words were gentle and nurturing despite the sound his tongue formed.
I looked down at myself, seeing the hospital gown over my body.

I sighed softly as he rubbed an oil against my chest. Slowly but surely I could breathe comfortably while the warm ointment seeped into my body.

I was relieved of my pain once again.
I relaxed a little, the doctor proceeding to speak to me about my condition.
Apparently the sickness was getting worse... it would soon envelop my entire body and make me a permanent member of the puppet club.

Which... likely meant I would never get to go home.
I shot up at that much to the dismay of my insides that shrieked in protest by causing an excruciating amount of pain for me.

I yelped before being carefully lain back down.
"Enough... you will harm yourself if you continue." He said gently as he carefully bundled me in blankets.
"Be gentle to yourself."

I breathed easily but the thought didn't leave my mind.
The same thought I had before my tumble.
Where was Milo? What happened to him and Why was this happening?

I began to rest soundly once again, the comforting touch of my capable doctor soothing my aching body to sleep.

I ended up falling into a very deep sleep.
When I awoke again, I was once again being caressed but not by the doctor's hands.

They were cold, thin yet the touch was strangely comforting
The slender fingers brushing along my skin.

I felt them carefully stroke my hair...
I somehow knew he was there but I did not protest...

I don't know how but I somehow knew...
I wasn't in danger, Not at the moment anyways.
I knew who it was but he only seemed to be pondering something and I was simply a fidget for him.
Something to ease his mind as he mulled over a deep thought.

I wondered what it could possibly be as my eyelids betrayed me into one last sleep, hearing the final words echo in my ears.
"There never was mercy for th weak. I suppose even you are no different."