chapter number one

Regardless of the circumstances that happen in life, it never stops going on, no matter how bad it happens to you... the world will just spin and continue to do so even though you carry the greatest pain in your heart, the world will never stop, and we must get used to it as we listen to other people laughing and chatting with total normality.

The people behind the display case looked happy, the sun was high and some were enjoying an ice cream that slipped through their fingers with total fun. He ran into the glass and sighed with an indescribable look that ranged from sadness and extreme exhaustion.

- Mr. Miller? - he's a little startled, just a little, at hearing his name. He turned to see only to meet the girl dressed in pale pinks, like cherry trees, her hair was tied up in a low bow. In his hand he carried a large tablet with the screen illuminated, his quick inspection ended there. He stood without a last glance at the depressing panorama that his eyes were bent on interpreting behind the glass. 'He will see you right now, will he come with me?' - well, what else could I do? He nodded, pulling the sweater that did not finish covering the palms of his hands.

The steps in the corridor resonated faintly, being overshadowed by the little conversations that were created around the place, ah, the walls continued in that blue and bone tone that depressed him with the passage of months. He wondered if the doctor would still be as fast as last time, or would look a little thinner... he wanted to laugh at his thinking.

When the office door opened, the first thing Estefan saw was the 57-year-old man sitting at the desk, his computer turned on as he typed in a couple of things. The nurse announced it, and soon the door was closing behind him.

"Mr. Estefan," he smiled as he approached, "it's always a pleasure to see you, please sit down." "He obeyed and sat down with his hands pressed between his legs, waiting for the doctor to finish typing data into the computer." A sigh came from the man's fleshy lips, and then he was blinking and paying attention.

He saw Mr. Kim smile kindly at him before he began to speak.

- how did you feel? It's a little hotter today than other days, isn't it? "Ah, as always this doctor was a bit more talkative than Estefan wanted, his tortoise neck didn't really make him warm..."

- better... I guess - well, the desire to respond in a better way, but he could only blink and whisper that. He didn't feel really uncomfortable... only, he preferred to be somewhere else right now.

- that's a good step, I guess you're taking the medicine - Estefan grimaced and nodded. Of course, he was taking that nasty and expensive medicine that made him want to vomit, but more intense were the desire to live, so he swallowed the pills and syrups diligently. 'Well, Mr. Estefan, we shall now proceed with the review,' he smiled again. - I think you already know the memory routine, right?

"Yes," he whispered as he stood, looking at the doctor and pointing his index finger to the cupboard where the robes were, taking one of them and going to the next door where the bathroom was.

He sighed placing his gown in the sink to proceed and slowly remove his clothes, beginning with his jacket and pants, followed by this, was his sweater that he carefully passed over his head leaving on display the gauze glued to his neck. His black hair peeled off by sweeping the cloth with him. I take the gown and put it on, feeling a little uncomfortable with it.

When he came out, he left his clothes in the small bathroom cabinet. The doctor was already waiting for him on the stretcher with the necessary instruments while Estefan wanted the torture to end with the dead man, but without feeling pain... that was something that clearly would not happen yet.

The process was painful, the gauze of his neck was carefully removed, but it still burned like hell, his feet were healed and the needles on his shoulder bothered him as much as his bones hurt, he slightly tried to endure until the end.

"Just a little more," said the doctor, but Estefan was not sure. The huge bite on his neck bleed like the first time, and by the time an injection reached his lower back, Estefan was sobbing again. "I know it's painful," I said with regret to the other, but I wasn't really aware of how much it was. - this is a pain that really no one should go through... not even those who have a very strong pain threshold.

This was omega, those who are considered the most fragile in genetics, although this was not entirely true. He was sure that even an alpha or beta would cry with half of the medical procedures he undergoes every month...

When he finished, he was assisted by a nurse to get dressed, the gauze was changed and although the tears were gone, his eyes were still full of blood. Once seated again in front of the doctor, he gave the same sermon as all the quotes:

"As long as you take the medicine, you'll be fine... it's important not to skip it, you know - he didn't need to remind him, it just made him feel a little more miserable. "Well, Mr. Miller, I have two pieces of news -- one good and one not so good --" he made a face at the end as he looked at the computer.

- tell me the bad one - oh, he really only expected this kind of thing with anxiety

"I'll have to increase your medication," he sighed as he rolled the chair back and opened one of the desk drawers, from which he took a small bottle of red... like blood... "maybe that will make me bleed from my butt," he laughed, but it didn't really come out. - it's small pills, tomato one after breakfast - I touch wood to get attention - breakfast must be early, before twelve, ok? - taking the bottle, the boy nodded.

He pressed his lips and before saying anything, the man in the white coat spoke again:

The good news... is that there may be a way to heal your cold tie. - shine attention in dark eyes.

'I mean... really?' "I hold the embrace in his hands with expectation, I had previously excited him and restored hope with ease, but as if he had not learned from his mistakes, he was a little excited about it."

The doctor nodded, while making a little grin - uhm, although it's a bit complicated... I think we could try. 'That discourages him a little, so he said nothing. "We have to find someone similar... not in appearance... someone who has blood and a presence very similar to your deceased companion."

Scaman's chest was shaken, the sour taste bubbled, and the memories were again accumulating like bees in a honeycomb. Even as he came out of the clinic, and saw the evening sky, and the excited people, he continued to think about what his doctor had said... his words got into him like the wind whispering into his ear.

"Is there someone like you?" He wondered that until evening came.