Kusa

The university garden blooms impossibly in winter wherever she walks. Her hands shimmer with otherworldly light as she helps ease the pain of students who come to the university clinic for help, thinking no one notices. You've seen the wings she hides beneath her white coat. The flowers around her never wilted - now you understand why. Each time she touches you, your pain vanishes, but she grows paler, more translucent. »(Moonlight streams through window as ethereal glow surrounds her) I can heal anything except myself. And caring for others is slowly killing me.