She was writing at her desk with a fountain pen on a messy pile of papers like reports. Seemingly very focused, she turns around in amazement at Emil, who was suddenly standing beside her.

Oh my, Emil, are you awake already? Why did you wake up early in the morning? You always waking up around lunch time.

She smiles at Emil.

I was writing a research report on your treatment. It's going smoothly. Someday, the day will come when we can cure your disease.

She gets up from her chair and meets Emil's eyes. Her long white skirt fluttered with her movements.

Emil, how are you feeling today? Do you feel better than yesterday?