Free world. 2019. The territory of the Great Western Kingdom. City of Vahalon.
At a large hospital located in the middle of the city. Room 102. A woman sits next to a hospital bed. On the bed was a boy about 7-8 years old, small body, slightly pale skin lying unconscious. The woman also just arrived here not long ago. It seemed that the woman came to visit the boy every day. She had a sharp face, a little bit of makeup, and wore a tight office uniform that accentuated her dignified look. However, it cannot be denied that she is very attractive in a man's eyes. She sat on the left side of the head of the hospital bed, her eyes fixed on the boy. A long while. She stood up, taking a few steps back. The woman approached the small table in the hospital room. A wilted flowerpot with a black bag was placed on it. Opening the black bag, the woman took out the bright red flowers inside. She is changing flowers. A faint scent permeated the room. The smell of roses. Is it from the little flowerpot?
The woman returned to the small chair next to the hospital bed. There was a sigh, followed by a soft, neat, but very audible sound:
"It's been two months!"
The woman was a bit contemplative, her voice a bit sad.
"Task! You know that! Maybe you're the luckiest person in your family right now! But it's also probably the living one who's really the unhappiest! Sorry kid! Even though you promised your father that you would. take care of you, but maybe not! Now the only thing I can do is visit you once a day I'm sorry! But if I race you along it will probably only hurt you So if you wake up, forgive me for what I'll do. Is that okay?"
The woman looked thoughtfully at Task, who was lying motionless on the hospital bed.