Despair hung thick in the air as everyone staked out a spot in the treatment room.

Luna had pulled up a seat next to the bed, and her tiny hand clasped around Milo's big one, which had been poked through with needles.

"I'm here to tell you that you're qualified to become my uncle, and you will be my Uncle Milo from now onward. Promise me you'll spoil me and go on 'Let's Go, Uncle!' with me." She said before she turned around and glanced at Arlo briefly.

"Uncle Arlo has promised me, so now, it's your turn."

Milo nodded weakly.

Over the course of a few days, he'd lost...