My body trembled violently, the world spinning around me as I lost consciousness and passed out.

In a swirl of light and shadow, I saw a figure drifting further away—short to medium-length hair, a bit taller than me.

"Elena…"

I croaked her name, my voice dry and weak.

The figure didn't pause; it continued to recede.

"Elena! Come back!"

I shouted desperately…

But this time, no sound came out.

I could only watch as her figure disappeared.

"I'll take your illness away. Live well for me, okay?"

…

Six months later.

"Miss Jones, congratulations on your recovery."

The doctor adjusted his glasses and looked at me with surprise as he...