Your existence is pointless

Ryke sat on the edge of the bed, watching Scarlett as she curled up under the covers. He knew she wasn't feeling well, and he was worried. He tried to convince her to see a doctor, but she was stubborn and refused. "Scarlett, please, let me take you to the doctor," he pleaded. "I'm worried about you." "I'll be fine," she said weakly, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's just stress, Ryke. I'll take some rest and I'll be back on my feet in no time." Ryke didn't want to argue with her, so he gave up and left her alone to rest. But as the day went on, Scarlett's condition didn't improve. She was still weak and pale, and she had no appetite. Ryke knew he had to do something, but he didn't want to push her too hard. He decided to take matters into his own hands and went to the drugstore to buy some medicine for his wife. When he got back home, he found her lying on the couch, looking even worse than before. He sat down next to her and handed her the medicine. "Here, take this. It'll make