***Owens residence, Birmingham, England***
Winston was having his monthly examinations, bloodwork, vitals, spinal tap, and the whole proceeds. His doctor had with him two nurses and a few specialized machines to speed up the process.
Currently, the doctor was looking at his blood test results, a frown creasing on his forehead.
"Hmm."
"Is there something wrong, doctor?" the boy asked.
"It's nothing, young man. I'll be right back. I need to talk to your parents."
Winston began worrying. It was never a good sign when the doctor wanted to speak to his parents alone.
The last time it had happened, the doctor had announced to his parents that his condition was degrading. The time before that, Winston had caught a cold that almost killed him.
As the doctor left the room, one nurse sat next to him. She was the doctor's assistant, and she had been with him every time since he started treating Winston.
