Drako:  
it’s good that he has her  
it’s more than i got  
i had to survive alone  
i can tell you something that books wont tell you about this disease  
it’s a gift  
bizarre as that sounds it truly is  
it’s like you’re a vacuum  
you suck up bad luck  
you have such terrible luck because you take the fate of the ones you care about  
you don’t think it is but it’s a choice  
the disease simply gives you the chance to steal a persons luck  
of course some people use it to steal good luck from others for their own benefit  
but people like us  
we take the bad luck of other people and deal it on ourselves  
that’s why every scar i have is a blessing  
i don’t know if i should tell bandy  
finding a cure could put Dashie in danger  
but he’s suffered enough  
I’m a doctor  
I make sacrifices for the good of my patients  
I’m proud of it  
but they’re not as strong as me  
and they don’t deserve it  
sigh  
what should i do?  
door opens  
Nurse:  
Drako!  
What are you doing on the roof?  
Drako:  
sigh  
it’s the sky  
it helps me think  
Nurse:  
what?  
Drako:  
When i was a young dragon me and my brother where climbing trees  
back then there were no buildings or farmland so everywhere was covered in forest  
we went right to the top where you could see the sky  
the problem was that the branches aren’t very strong at the very top  
it didn’t matter to me though  
i was very careful at climbing  
but my brother..  
he was a bit too eager  
and a bit more careless  
he climbed onto branch that was too thin  
it snapped and started to fall  
at that moment i prayed to the fates to take his place  
the branch he held hung by a thread and he didn’t fall  
but the strong branch i was clutching snapped in two  
i was only 2 foot tall  
i fell 40 feet onto the solid roots below of the tree i was climbing  
i broke every bone in my body  
the agony was unbelievable  
as i was dying i thought about how fate had turned  
i prayed again that i could spend my life saving the innocent from their fate  
there was no medicine then  
nobody knew how to mend my crippled body  
but somehow my body mended  
bones fit back into place  
hemorrhaging became reabsorbed  
i recovered but the damage was severe  
the marrow-bone had mixed with my blood you see  
i became allergic to everything  
and in those days allergies were unheard of  
i found i could take people’s suffering  
but in the process i suffered much more than they would have  
my family begged me to stop  
they didn’t want me to suffer  
so i left them  
i ran away to make the world a better place  
to me helping others was more important than myself  
my brother went looking for me  
and then no-one ever saw him again  
sometimes i like to look up at the sky  
Nurse:  
and think of him?  
Drako:  
chuckles  
no  
I know he had a good life  
I knew him so well  
I could feel it  
no  
I look at the sky and think of that moment  
The time i left the light behind and fell into darkness  
The time i chose my path  
sometimes i need reminding that i did the right thing

Poor Bandy has spent most of his life in hospitals.

this tumblr is cute but a little meh