„I wish for my brother to live“

That’s it. That’s the note. No name, no address, no kind of any information at all. It also seems there might be a tight time frame on that wish.

As fast as possible I rush to the nearest hospital. I have to find this boy. I breath in the scent of the paper. Now I have to rely on my great nose.

But even if I find this boy, how the hell am I supposed to help? I’m not a doctor. My power is to spread joy, not to heal.