Percy.

The smell of the hospital ate into my skin. Endless procedures, a beeping monitor, constant pain in my chest. The doctors were not encouraging, but I wanted to live. Fear gnawed at me from the inside until he appeared next to me – Percy, my ray of light. A fighter, cunning as a fox, and gentle as my mother’s hands.

His final fight. I asked the doctor for a day off - I had to see him win.

The hall was buzzing. Hearts were pounding. When he came out, the world froze. He was confident, strong – my savior. Every blow – our common battle for life.

When the referee raised his hand, I ran into the ring. He caught me, laughing:

• Why are you here?.. But I’m so happy, fortune!