Kris pointed at the box of letters, "These people all want you to get better. They want you to look after yourself." He said and Lay closed his eyes, slightly shaking his head. "They would rather see you healthy than killing yourself to make people happy!" He ended with a slight shout and Lay flinched.

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He studied the first box of letter before liftng it carefully, groaning when the strain shot through his damaed muscles and placed it on his lap. Rifling through the various envelopes, all decorated with stickers and writing

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What was this? It wasn't hate, certainly not. But it was so different. He flipped over the envelope and read the return adress before pressing the atention button by his bed. A nurse came scrambling in.

"Yes Mr Zhang, what is it?"

"Can i please have a pen, a piece of paper and an envelope?" He asked politley and she nodded before bowing and exiting, returning moments later with his requested equipment. He carefully took them from her before leaning on the top of the box and writing a response to the strange letter.