The sounds of beeping from the machine woke me up from my memories continuing. I searched for Luke inside this room to find that he wasn’t here. It was strange since I was always used to seeing his face as the first thing I saw. My ears wiggled as I could hear the conversation below this floor. I froze when the topic was about me.
“Rika can’t eat these kinds of food. She usually gets sick immediately,” Luke let my parents know.
“This is why I tightly control what she can touch,” he explained.
“I didn’t think she would be this frail,” my mom’s voice dripped with guilt.
“Please don’t give her any food from now on,” his voice softened.
I guessed not a long time had passed since he hooked me up to the medical equipment. I stiffened when Luke started to lead them towards the
