Prologue

Sickness.

It never seems to be worrying until death becomes a side affect. Or until blood spills from one's mouth. Or until it swipes away one's capabilities to read. Or one's urge to eat.

It always feels like nothing can help; As if the word is tumbling down and all one can do is watch.

There isn't always a cure.

You can't help the fact.

But that won't stop Travis from trying.