Now It's My Turn to Fall

When I was eighteen, I took a brutal hit to the head trying to save my younger brother, Jake, and my girlfriend, Chloe, after they fell through the ice. My mind froze, forever stuck at seven years old.

Jake knelt by my hospital bed, his voice choked with sobs:

"Leo, you gave me my life. I swear I'll take care of you forever."

Chloe, who I'd grown up with since childhood, clutched my hand tightly:

"Once you're better, we'll get married."

For ten years, they took me to countless specialists, traveling through eighteen countries, searching for a cure.