CHARACTERS
DR CLAY LYCAN
CANON JAMES
JOAN- Teenager
THE JOHNSON’s
FREDERICK- Suffering from dissociative disorder. Here is a breakdown of his split personalities: (GRIOT) (DEBBY- Suicidal rape victim) (PROFESSOR- A religious bigot) (VAUGHAN- Depressed patient) (NURSE KIMBERLY)
DR GORDON
SON
OFFICER
WIFE
MEDICAL TEAM- Five in number
STUDENTS
HENRY- Minister of health
SUMMONING THE BEAST
CLAY’s troubled voice travels in the dark. He hurries to the stage frenetically but with a resounding thud he stumbles, groaning in pain. The light meets him whirling on the floor. Soon a gang of three hooligans enter stage. They hassle CLAY.
CLAY: (Panting.) Oh, please don’t do this, I beg you. Don’t precipitate the coming of the monster…
HOOLIGAN 1: Shut up buster! Ranting all the way here, huh? Now you have no where to go.
HOOLIGAN 2: Come on, let’s get this over with. (Lifts his wrist, showing his watch to HOOLIGAN.) See, it’s almost midnight.
CLAY: (Whimpering.) No… you have to leave now, you don’t want to be here… (HOOLIGAN 3 amble towards him, stands over him and hits him a couple of times.) Urgh! Ouch! Ooh!
HLG 1: (To HOOLIGAN 3.) Why? What was that for?
HLG 3: (Grumpily.) Let’s do this.
HLG 1: I know but you need to both chill out. Let’s be calculative. We can’t kill him here. Let’s pull him over there. (Points to the darker part of the stage.) You caused his escape remember.
HLG 3: Me! How do you mean? You didn’t secure the lab for crying out loud. If you had locked the door behind you then we wouldn’t be chasing him across the entire street now.
HLG 1: So, we’re pointing fingers now?
HLG 3: You started the blame game sucker.
HLG 1: You better mind how you talk to me. I am senior here.
HLG 3: (Shrugs.) So? What has that got to do with killing this man?
HG 1: Everything damn it!
HLG 2: (Exhausted.) Are we going to banter all night or get the job done? (The city clock strikes 12 midnight!) You hear that. That is the city clock. It’s midnight. Let’s do this and… (He is distracted by CLAY’s sudden disposition.) What’s wrong with him?
HLG 3: (Still standing over CLAY.) I don’t know but, what could this be? (CLAY begins to jerk and wriggle uncontrollably.) Is he epileptic?
HLG 1: Isn’t he a doctor?
HLG 3: (Wryly.) So doctors are immune to epilepsy. (Turns to CLAY.) Listen Mister, you had better not be playing with us because… (CLAY’s abrupt seizure thrusts him against HOOLIGAN 3’s feet which knocks him down.) What the…! (The others run over to him. Lights. Light settles on the other part of the stage revealing CANON JAMES standing behind a pulpit flipping through a big book. He peers into the audience.)
CANON: Aaah. Hello everyone. I was reading through the word of life. Well, I earlier mentioned that Dr Clay wasn’t always a man of so much agony. He had his domestic troubles quite alright. But this particular one wasn’t the usual. No, this was somewhat a preternatural challenge as premised on a generational curse that gets activated once the males in their lineage clock 30. Dr Clay discovers that he morphs to a werewolf at night. It has been his bane ever since. He has since been under this torture with furtive efforts to keep it contained all to no avail. He was damned!
(Lights recedes from the CANON and settles on the other part of the stage. This time CLAY is fully garbed in monstrosity, fully transformed into a werewolf. Two of the HOOLIGANS lay dead on stage. HOOLIGAN 2 is badly injured on his legs. He manages to drag his injured feet, crawling trying to escape the drooling monster before him. The WEREWOLF lets out a growl continuously.)
HOOLIGAN 2: (Whimpering.) Be gone! Monster be gone! Please it was just a job. Don’t kill me. (The WEREWOLF sniggers gutturally, taking hunting strides as he sizes his prey up.) No… someone help! Anybody! (CLAY suddenly launches at HOOLIGAN 2. Light goes off with HOOLIGAN 2’s scream echoing in the shadows. The light returns on CANON JAMES who is now praying before the crucifix placed in a corner in the church.)
CANON: (Kneeling.) Dear heavenly father please send your peace to troubled hearts. Let all who is in the bondage of the devil be experience ataraxia where needed. Let the sick receive their healing in Jesus name I pray. Amen. (Stands and faces the audience.) So, it was with Dr Clay. He was sick, his sickness defied medical attention. It wasn’t psychological, it wasn’t even physiological or biological. Yes, yes the sickness assumes a physiological and biological form but the root cause was spiritual. His spirit was sick. Such was the doctor’s ordeal. Every night the moon announced its presence right in the midst of welcoming stars that joyously celebrate the splendour and glaring brightness of the silver ball. Right here on planet earth, Dr Clay Lycan swings into a despondent lure for upon him the rays of the moon cast a gloomy cloud over his heart. This he knows, that he will yet again be drawn to the back of the mountains travelling through the greenish path seeking refuge in cold-blooded scourging and sucking which always leaves on his tongue a distasteful mixture of gore and regrets. (Light returns to CLAY now back in his human from with jagged clothing. He wakes up in the midst of his room which is mildly furnished.)
CLAY: (He observes himself and realizes what has happened.) No! I have done it again. I can’t continue like this. I can’t keep up with this life. (Sobs.) I can’t move on, I am lonely, I can’t even have a family of my own, I cant have friends yet I make enemies who envy my success as a neurosurgeon. No one knows what I am going through. No one does. (CANON JAMES moves into CLAY’s space as CLAY continues stage business.)
CANON: True. Clay had no one except for his apprentice. A teenage orphan whom Clay had picked from the streets as a neurotic almost destroyed by drugs and hard substance. That was Clay’s only companion and it seemed that as Clay’s days of monstrosity crept in, this young boy just understood and kept a blind eye. After all, it was his master’s heart that mattered and nothing more. He has a good heart and that is the fact! Yes, finally, Clay couldn’t cope with his cannibalistic tendencies so he resulted to suicide after several failed attempts to find a cure to his disease or should I say his curse. (He leaves the area for the dark area while CLAY continues his action.)
CLAY: (Goes to his wardrobe and gets another cloth that covers up.) I am gong to end it today. (He moves to his table and opens his drawer. He takes out a small bottle.) This is it. I’ll add this poison to the… (JOAN interrupts him as he runs in hurriedly.) What! Who! (He puts the bottle back in the drawer quickly.) Joan what is this? No knocking…?
JOAN: (Panting.) Sorry sir. I got the news sir and I had to rush down sir.
CLAY: What news is that?
JOAN: They survived.
CLAY: Pull yourself together boy. Who are they?
JOAN: The twins sir. The Siamese twins sir, the surgery was successful sir. You… (Knock on the door.)
CLAY: Who could that be? It’s quite early. (JOAN runs off and returns with Mr and Mrs Johnson.) Oh my. (Stands.) Mr Johnson, Mrs Johnson. What a pleasant surprise. What brings you here to my…? (The couple rush to hug him. He is temporarily stunned.) Whooa! Okay…
MRS JOHNSON: (Breaks excitedly up the hug. She wipes her face with her handkerchief.) Mr Lycan, you are a blessing to us. The twins survived. After you had finished the surgery and kept them in the incubator, we were so worried. But we heard you had left the hospital. Then this morning we were informed they are both alive. Thank you so much.
MR JOHNSON:You walked us through this trying moment. For the past few months you have encouraged us to hope. It wasn’t easy honestly, seeing our poor little babies stuck together was just unbearable. Having to watch them suffer. But with your devotion to finding a solution to their problem, here we are today. Thank you doctor. God indeed is to be praised.
CLAY: (Teary.) Thanks to God. I am glad you both are glad.
MRS JOHNSON: Yes doctor. You are a gift and this generation is lucky to have you. (Fades and light settles on CANON JAMES on the other side of the stage.)
CANON: What an irony. Here a family is totally indebted to Clay while Clay is ready to end it all feeling he has been a liability to himself. (Church bell rings.) Oops. Time to go. It’s time for the evening service. I’ll join you soon enough. (Lights.)
THE SANE, THE SICK, THE SCARED, AND THE SCARRED
FREDERICK battles dissociative disorder. From time to time he grapples with each personality at intervals. Every time he switches personality he experiences a brief spasmodic interruption then the next personality takes over.
FREDERICK: (To audience.) Hey hello. I’m Frederick, a peaceful loving guy. But I am presently going through a condition. It’s called dissociative disorder. Let me break it down. About a year ago, I discovered that I am not the only owner of my body… no I mean my mind… or could it be my spirit…? Well, whatever. There are five personalities that I house making six of us with me inclusive. I will introduce each of them… (Sporadic spasms. GRIOT takes over.) Yes! Finally free. I am Griot. I love nature, life, aesthetics, I love everything alluring, and interestingly, I love telling tales of… (Remembers something.) Ha! Let me tell you something about this theatrical rendition. Just pay attention as I take you on a ride. In my words you’ll find the topography of this theatrical piece.
What you see might not give you the glee
Sometimes it seems absurd and at times it seems abrupt
The story is that type displaced within its place
Not your regular but you’ll find it spectacular
The issue here is that we need to know who is sick although you can pick
Whether they are sane or perhaps it is their bane
Some are scared while some are scarred but within the pages you’ll find the sacred
Take down your notes be ready to denote
Don’t just view make sure you review
And then you’ll discover that within the narrative is the experimental
Albeit not sentimental yet the goal is a bit instrumental to end all such mental.
That’s it, awkward is the entire story’s arc but forward it must forge.
(DEBBY takes over. Goes to a corner, picks up a wig and wears a gown on the costume he has on. DEBBY begins to weep profusely. She plunges herself to the ground.) I can’t bear the stigma. Am I that worse? It wasn’t my intention but my father raped me for seasons and seasons. I tried hard but I couldn’t fight him off. He threatened me. (Weeps.) NowI have contracted STD. I am undergoing treatments. The doctor says I am recovering. (Enter DR GORDON. DEBBY stands and sits on a chair close-by.) Doctor.
GORDORN: Hello Debby. You are really getting better. I can see that you have been following the prescriptions.
DEBBY: Yes I am doctor. Thank you.
GORDON: Perfect. I’m glad you’re improving. Alright. I need to set off. I have an important meeting. Take care. (He exits.)
DEBBY: (To the audience.) Am I really getting better? If I am, then why do I still very miserable? No one wants to get close. They keep saying I’m an outcast. Maybe I should never have voiced out. Maybe I should have kept quiet and continued taking the hit from my old man. At night I still feel him at my door, it’s as if he has been locked up in the prison of my mind. Even though he is currently in jail, I still feel his evil hands caress my body. I still hear him moan in joy as he inflicts untold pain on me. I can’t get him out of my mind. I am losing it! I am… (PROFESSOR takes over. He moves to a corner, puts on a hat, a large coat, and a set of glasses.) I am Professor and I am a devout! I love my religion but I cannot tolerate infidelity! Yes, it’s pure infidelity against my god. I won’t take it! (He moves to a darker part of the stage. Illumination reveals SON all tied up and gagged.) Tell me! Why did you do it son? You swayed from your faith. You went astray and went after the god of those pagans. It is forbidden. I will not tolerate your sin in my house. (He picks up a keg and a match box.) I will make sure I send you to the abyss for your judgement. (He pours the gasoline on his son then lights the matchstick, light goes off. Light reveals PROFESSOR seated opposite OFFICER in the interrogating room.)
OFFICER: I still have a hard time trying to grasp the situation. You are a revered professor. You are an icon. I mean you are sound, articulate… how come? Why did you kill your son in cold blood? You’re aware of the law, you are not illiterate. Why condescend to such depravity?
PROF: Listen Officer, there isn’t any conspiracy theory. I am not in the occult. I didn’t sacrifice my son to any deity. I only followed what is in our statutes which states that death is the reward for anyone who strays from the faith.
OFFICER: You’re sick professor.
PROF: You’re entitled to your opinion. I am a renowned professor and…
OFFICER: I don’t mean you’re insane so to say but you are definitely lost in the ocean of oblique spirituality. Your spiritual acumen has been thwarted. You are definitely a sick devout!
PROF: I regard that as a… (VAUGHAN takes over. Lights. Lights return as VAUGHAN is in simple clothing. He holds on to his wife on the sick bed.) Everything will be fine. You will get better.
WIFE: Stop that. I am in the last stage and we both know what that means. I have no chance of survival. I am ready. I am happy I spent my last moments with you. I don’t regret ever being with you. Thank you so much for everything Vaughan. I love you and will always love you. Don’t mourn me because I am dying happy. I am fulfilled. You were lost, you were a drunk, you had no hope for the future…
VAUGHAN: But you came into my life. You introduced Jesus to me and I have never been the same since the day I decided to follow my God. You Tina, you helped me. We suffered together, we grew together. I cant afford to let you go. No. You must stay here with me, God must do something, a miracle, something… (WIFE stops him by placing her finger on his lips.)
WIFE: Ssh. Don’t sweat it. I am fine. I understand that I may not understand always. This understanding has pulled me through this period of several questions laden on my heart. Where is my Bible? (VAUGHAN picks it from the stool and hands her the Bible.) Thank you. (She clinches to it.) When I finally rest and journey to be with my Lord. (VAUGHAN already weeping.) Promise me you will hold on to this word and never get depressed. (Lights. Light reveals VAUGHAN with CANON JAMES.)
CANON: Vaughan I don’t know why you are beating yourself too hard. I heard you slummed last week at your workplace.
VAUGHAN: Yes I was rushed to the hospital.
CANON: And what was the problem?
VAUGHAN: Nothing serious. They said I’ve not been feeding well and I developed high blood pressure.
CANON: My God. What for. Is it still over Tina? It’s been almost a year now.
VAUGHAN: I don’t know how to move on sir.
CANON: I see. I can say that Tina got healed even though she died of cancer. She definitely got better while you inherited her burden. You’re sick emotionally. You have let your emotions get the better of you and that has opened you up to the physical sickness. (Fades. FREDERICK now in a nurse’s costume when light comes on.)
FREDERICK: (Wearing a wig.) I am Nurse Kimberly. I was there when he came from Liberia. He came down to our hospital, he was sick. We thought it was just malaria. We never knew it was the dreaded disease. It was ebola. I touched him. We all did. Then my nightmare began. They came for me while I was with my parents. (Enter MEDICAL TEAM in their full protective hazmat suit and goggles.) What a surprise. Any problem? And why are you all geared up?
TEAM MEMBER: You have to come with us Kimberly. The ambulance is waiting outside. You need to be tested again. The previous one wasn’t confirmatory. We need another sample to be sure what is really wrong.
KIMBERLY: What do you mean? What is going on? (Light. Light returns revealing an exasperated KIMBERLY in a patient’s uniform.) I’ve been here for the past three days. I was tested positive. Three people are dead already. I am right here in this isolation slump. I don’t know if I will ever survive this. (She rushes to the bed. Picks out a bowl and vomits. She stands holding her belly and rushes backstage to poop. Brief blackout. GRIOT continues as light returns.)
GRIOT: Never you think that the story is over. The moment you’ve all be waiting for is here. Different cases of sickness right within this entity. (Laughs.) Who knows what will happen next. (FREDERICK takes over. Gasping for breathe.) Help me! I need help! They are choking me. I can’t think straight anymore. I don’t have my privacy anymore. This time I am ready to take up a task, the next I am somewhere else with someone else doing something else. Who am I? Who am I? Wait… I remember watching that movie starring action star Jackie Chan… he was confused as I was. He was perturbed and he screamed out loud. Who am I! (Lights.)
DISILLUSIONED
Dr CLAY is in a class with three students.
DR CLAY: In surgery, the scalpels, forceps, retractor, the haemostat, surgical scissors and speculum are vital in carrying out such operation. This is what consolidates my initial observation that the typical human body is constantly tested for any deformity. Are we clear?
STUDENTS: Yes sir. (One STUDENT puts up his hand.)
DR CLAY: Yes Ahmed.
AHMED: Sir. With regards to the previous chapter. I’d love to know if health, healing, recovery is basically within the confines of biological… I mean physical well-being?
CLAY: Wait, Ahmed tell me, what point are you trying to drive at?
AHMED: W.H.O. defines health as the state of complete emotional, mental, and physical well-being. They state that the absence of disease or infirmity isn’t just referred to being healthy but the state of complete physical, mental and social well-being is equal to sound health. (Another STUDENT continues.)
TUNDE: Exactly sir. I once read in an article that healing is simply developing a sense of personal wholeness that involves physical, mental, emotional, social and spiritual aspects of human experience. (The third STUDENT adds.)
UCHE: Yes exactly sir. There is a connexion that binds these entire aspects of human life. It is what guarantees real life.
CLAY: (Momentarily stunned.) Where is all this coming from?
AHMED: Sir you are not well!
TUNDE: It’s obvious, you are sick. You need help.
CLAY: I beg your pardon. (The three students stand and circle him.) What is this? Ahmed, Tunde, Uche, what is… (Lights. In the dark CLAY yells uncontrollably. Light returns. The students are monstrous in appearance.)
STUDENTS: (Laughing.) We are your doom! You will not be free. Before dawn, you again will become the monster you so much hate. (Wicked laughter. CLAY is on his knees covering his ears with his eyes shut, screaming. Lights. Illumination. JOAN comes in. This time CLAY is on the floor yelling with no one around.)
JOAN: Sir! Are you fine? Sir! (Touches CLAY.) Sir!
CLAY: (Stops shouting. Opens his eyes, discovers he had another dream.) What. Joan!
JOAN: Sir, it is another dream sir. (CLAY is panting.) Sir can I suggest something? (Helps CLAY up and guides him to the seat.)
CLAY: (Sits.) Thank you Joan. What is it?
JOAN: Sir, you need to see someone. This is definitely not a medical case sir.
CLAY: Whom do you suggest? (Lights.)
JOAN: Uh, I know someone sir. Just the right person.
CLAY: Alright Joan. Thank you so much for everything.
JOAN: I should be the one thanking you for picking me from the slum. I was already hooked on narcotics, I was addicted, I lost touch of reality, an orphan who had no reason to dream. You helped me and you got me in rehabilitative sessions. I am schooling and it’s all because of you. You made me learn under you while you settled my bills in school. That is why I give my best whenever we’re on holidays. I don’t know if I should resume.
CLAY: Joan, listen, I am only fulfilling my obligation as a human and a good citizen of my country. And don’t you worry about me. Once school is back on session, resume. Trust me, I’ll be fine.
JOAN: I’m not sure about that.
CLAY: Joan, take me to the person you suggest I need to see. (Lights.)
BLEAK TO BRIGHT
FREDERICK is seated on a big comfy sofa when GRIOT takes over.
FREDERICK: (Reading the newspaper.) A pandemic across the globe? Hmm… what will happen if that really happens to be what will happen as predicted by this fortune teller? It would be the greatest happening of the century. But I don’t believe that any virus can suspend world activity, I mean when it isn’t a terrorist invasion. I remember 9-11. That was one tormenting moment and it had a huge impact on the world. The world trade centre went down crushed to smithereens. Now that was one pandemic. The world is sick. Global warming, tsunamis, volcanic eruptions, hurricanes, earthquakes… every type of disaster unfolding in violent successive procession. (Stands. Paces as he ruminates.) The world is sick. The coup rapidly gaining grounds on the African soil again. Bombings, kidnappings, killings, suicides on the rise. (Exhales deeply.) But then how do we cure the land? Nature-made sicknesses are easy to counter. Experiments and researches by various scientists and medical practitioners but who cures the mind of the human? Because it is from a depraved mind, warped mentality that all kinds of atrocities emanates. Man is sick too but not as sick as nature. I mean we keep taunting mother nature and she keeps reacting. We go ahead to mate with primates and boom HIV AIDS. We move on to birds and ebola emerges. What… (GRIOT takes over. Faces the audience.) Hallo! It’s me again. Griot. I think I should sing this time. Okay band are you ready? (Instrumentation backstage.) Here I go.
SOLO 1
Dark is our world
Bleak is the word
Gloomy is this space
Black is the road where we race
CHORUS
(The BAND sings the chorus with him.)
Soon soon soon
The sun sun sun
Will be bright bright bright
No more night night night
The day shall dawn
It will be done.
SOLO 2
Love is all we need
We all are one
We shall all overcome
These diseases will fade
These disasters will that evade
Shall all be gone
REPEAT CHORUS a couple of times…
GRIOT: That is it. The dawn approaches for our darkness shall be gone. (PROFESSOR takes over. He goes for his usual costume in a dark corner. The corner is illumined. PROF is in cuffs behind bars. Enter OFFICER.)
OFFICER: Hey professor. Your execution is in the next two hours.
PROF: Okay. (OFFICER turns to leave.) Wait. (OFFICER stops, faces him.) I admit. What I did was disgusting. I definitely am sick. I followed my religious laws dogmatically. I never reasoned it through. Despite my education I still ended foolishly killing my only son. Now I am to die too. What a waste. What a shame. Bigotry is insanity, it is pure madness. (Fades. Light returns revealing DEBBY in her costume speaking with Dr GORDON.)
GORDON: How do you feel now?
DEBBY: (Exuding energy.) Great! I feel so better doctor. Thank you so much. Even though I had recovered from the sickness and got full treatment of the disease. I still wasn’t better in my mind. I had a distorted psyche. My mind still danced to the tunes of my past pain. My body was healed physically yet my mind was deeply in anguish but I am now free doctor. I’m a new me. I refuse to let my past define my future. I see brighter days. (Lights. Light settles on VAUGHAN in his costume with the CANON.) Canon thank you very much sir. I wanted to inform you that I and Merry are getting married in the next two months.
CANON: Good news. That is great. All thanks to God.
VAUGHAN: Yes sir. It really took a while for me to heal sir. I was sick emotionally, I was hurt about my wife’s demise. I thought I couldn’t move on but now I realize she has gone to be with her Lord and saviour and she is resting peacefully. I took solace in the word of God and in her confidence even when death came knocking. I can move on now, not weakened by the loss but strengthened by the love we shared. I have opened my heart and now I can love again. Thanks for everything canon.
CANON: All thanks to God son. (Lights. It returns to reveal NURSE KIMBERLY in mufti getting set to leave for her home.)
NURSE: I’m free at long last. Eight people died from the infection. Ebola hit our nation right from Liberia. I was in the last stage of the virus. We were in isolation, our home, the ward that housed us, the smelly gloomy dark hole became the house of death. I was depressed… I was dispirited.. I was downcast… I felt dejected… I felt downtrodden… it was dehumanising… It was hell for me. I couldn’t eat nothing. Ebola patients lose their apatite but then if you can hydrate yourself consistently then your immune system could knock off the virus… I researched while in isolation, my pastor who is also a medical practitioner called me severally, he prayed with me and gave me updates of possible improvements in the world. My husband called me, family, friends I just knew people were praying for me too. I stood my faith up, I began to confess severally that I am a survivor. I began to encourage the others in the ward. We fed on God’s word daily. Psalm 91 became my balm for this pain. I hydrated myself even though it wasn’t palatable but I just had to survive. Only God knows how much ORS fluid I took. I kept my hope alive and today I have been tested and I’m negative. I’m going back home. I survived. But it took every part of me to heal and get restored. My spirit, my soul and my body. I had read that Dr. Kent Brantly, the American doctor who contracted Ebola in Liberia and was flown out to the United States for treatment was being criticised for attributing his healing to God when the experimental drug, Zmapp was administered to him. I don’t claim to have all answers to the nagging questions of life. Like why did some die and some survive? Where is God in the midst of the suffering? Where does science and God begin? These issues we may never fully comprehend on this side of eternity. For me, I walked through the valley of the shadow of death and came out unscathed yet you may say I’ve been scarred. (Lights.)
THE MEETING
CANON JAMES, DR GORDON and MIN HENRY in a meeting.
HENRY: Listen sirs. What can we do to help the governors son?
DR GORDON: We’ll have to commence series of test to figure exactly what is wrong. Although the symptoms tell me it’s dissociative disorder.
HENRY: Okay, so Canon, I hear you have dealt with cases such as this with remarkable success.
CANON: Yes. I believe in doctor Gordon’s prognosis. But if I may ask the health minister. Have you heard of the mad man in Gadarenes?
HENRY: Not really.
CANON: The story is in the new testament. Mark chapter five tells it all. He had a legion of demons living in him.
HENRY: Wow. This is what I suggest. We will give Frederick the medical cure and also administer spiritual aid to him.
GORDON and CANON: Perfect! (Lights.)
IN THE MORNING
CLAY and JOAN in the room.
CLAY: (Joyful.) Joan, it’s morning. My clothes are intact. I don’t feel any flesh or blood in my mouth. I didn’t turn son. (Hugs JOAN.) Thank you so much!
JOAN: Don’t mention sir. It’s the least I could have done. Canon James is the vessel God used.
CLAY: Yes he is. Thank you. Imagine me, a healer tormented every night. Indeed, healing is rounded. And everyone must check if any part of them is sick indeed. Body, soul and spirit.
Black out
THE END