(Kayra's P.O.V.)
"My poor baby." Mom said, caressing my cheek. I wanted to tell her that I was okay, that I would better, but I couldn't. I wasn't able to move on my own anymore. One month ago, a Nindroid attacked me, breaking my spine and paralyzing my entire body. Most of my teachers had been in to see me, talk to me, even though they knew I wouldn't be able to respond.
I was constantly hooked up to different machines, and could hear beeps from the monitors. My mom was there all the time, and once in a while dad would bring in Riko to come see me, even though he was only five and didn't understand what death was.
I know I'm going to die soon. The doctors have been saying it, and mom has been crying because of it. But recently a man in a wheelchair has been coming in more and more, and somehow I know he's not a doctor, he's just trying to help me. So I just lay here, motionless, counting the seconds, or the number of times my heart beats, or how long I think I'll live.
The man came in again, and went over to my mom. They talked for a while in the eerie noises I had become accustomed to. Then the man came over to me.
"Hello Kayra." He said, pushing his glasses up his nose. "My name is Cyrus Borg." I tried to smile, or even say "hello," but I couldn't. "I heard about your, "condition," and I think I might be able to help you." Mom walked over.
"Sweetie, Mr. Borg said that he might be able to save you." She said, taking my hand.
"Yes. Well, I know you remember the Nindroids, and that you had a, rather unfortunate encounter with one of them, but I think that I might be able to save you by using that technology." I didn't follow. "What I'm saying is, that I might be able to turn you into a Nindroid in order to save your life."