A star? I wasn't even close to being something as beautiful. But... undying? Yes. I was. Since death never ever accepted me into its embrace. So what if I live this story to its end one more time? Just one last time. I want to feel it, living, rather than death. Only once. What awaits me at the end of this never-finished draft, I wonder... Is it the cure to my curse, or yet another rebirth?
"I… I don't know!"
Faced with the keen attention of a whole crowd of anxious people, Eleen the doctor couldn't hold her calm any longer and, after a few minutes of racking her brain for answers, finally admitted her shortcomings.
"How can I know what's wrong with his eyes if I can't even examine them? He can't keep them open. They bleed! From the outside, everything is fine, but I can't tell anything for sure unless I conduct a full examination, which seems impossible now!"
As she said, it was too painful and overwhelming for Ian to open his eyes, so the only thing that the doctor could do was examine his overall condition, which surprisingly seemed fine.
-Alaric Alaric!
The supposedly fierce wolf pup clung onto Alaric's coat as he huffed and puffed his chest.
-Tell good Eleen that I said, 'Oy, human! How dare you call yourself a doctor if you can't even do that? You're a fake!'