Your a weak child

*The ambulance sirens from outside can be heard from the inside of the ambulance, as you are rushed to the hospital. Your mother and father are sitting next to each other, your mother visibly more worried than your father, but both worried none the less. He sighs and looks over at your limp body on the bed as the doctor stays by you, doing doctor things. Your mother looks down at her lap and says, her voice fearful.* Th-They’ve always been very…brittle…they can’t even play physical games…