In the dark room, the persistent sounds of coughing filled the air, almost matching the frequency of human breathing. A lamp, emanating a dim glow, entered the dimly lit room from outside. A girl fumbled at a table, the lamp failing to illuminate much distance, and opposite the table was a bed that occupied most of the small room. The person on the bed moved slightly, and then once more, a series of heart-wrenching coughs erupted.
The girl glanced back at the person on the bed, sighed, and continued searching. She remembered placing the medication she fetched that morning in this drawer, so why couldn't she find it now? "Grandpa, did you throw the medicine away?" she asked the person on the bed with her back turned. The person on the bed rolled over without responding to her. "Grandpa, you're being naughty. How will you get better if you don't take your medicine?"
