Forty four: Yes, End.

My back hurt, my lap hurt, my stomach hurt, and I felt so sick. What could be happening? 

Oh! Yeah! I had had a crazy nightmare. 

Rolling lazily on the bed, I yawned, half awake, half asleep. The faint sound of a masculine voice, and the little sun passing through the window, were the things that pulled me from my sleep. Gently pulling the blanket off my body, I opened my eyes completely. 

Huh? The doctor in here?

Roy stood beside the old man who always treated me, as they both stared at me. The both of them looked sad and exhausted, which kind of confused me. What was going on?

I rubbed my knuckles against my eyes, yawned again. The moment I wanted to sit, Roy rushed to me, sat in the little space beside me, and helped me to sit up. 

"Wh-What's going on?" I asked. Weirdly, they both gave me no reply.

I looked down at