...he doesn't look too good. He was laying down like I told him but in the living room's sofa because he wanted to still try and be a host, but he was so weak and so drugged. Was like he was falling asleep, like he had no energy left. He spoke very slowly and softly and would pause often to catch his breath. I fed him, he had a bowl of cereal(without milk) that he was grabbing with his hands but even that looked like an effort to him. His hands were stiff, he barely moved his fingers, so I fed him instead, then mom got him something to drink with a straw and I gave him that too. He said he felt like a king~

I kept calm, because he doesn't like to see me sad when I see him ill but I wanted to cry. I hate seeing him like that, so weak and in pain at random moments when his muscles decided to spasm and all I could do was stare and wish I could mentally tell his body to stop hurting.

If he winced or made a painful sound when I touched him I'd get my hands away from him quickly because sometimes even the most gentle touch will cause him pain. He says it feels like it's burning and that his whole body felt as if he had been beaten up and got punched everywhere, his feet like there had pins in them and his arms and legs as if someone was gripping them really hard and not letting go.

Today was his birthday and I wished he had been in a better state so he could enjoy it... He was happy though, that we were there and for the gifts. I had asked for donations at my institute and raised $40, mom gave him $40, a friend donated $15 and I added $5 more to complete his $100. My gift was a table that he could prop over his torso and use the laptop from there and be comfortable with it without the need to hold it or strain his neck and arms to type in it.

Asked him what he was gonna do with the money and he had no idea because he didn't imagine he'd get so much money. I told him that as soon as he was strong enough we'll take him to the mall "so my little boy can go buy his toys~" he smiled when I said that.

Everyone who can't help with a donation help me this way, pray with me so a miracle happens... someone finds some cure, some special treatment...something, anything to make him better. Make his life easier and not full of pain. He always feels so horrible saying he's worth nothing and he's a burden and a weight on anyone but he's the most wonderful person I've ever met and he doesn't deserve all this he's gotten. Why does this sort of things happen, I don't know. How the nice people get such horrible things happening to them. He deserves better, much better. I won't stand a world were such an angel has to suffer so. So pray with me, or wish, or meditate or whatever it is you do. If I could give up every single cel from my own body to heal him I would.

I want him healthy...
I want him happy...
I want him safe...