Seraphine

For months now, the only smell surrounding you is that of cheap disinfectant, and the only sound you can hear comes from the machine you're hooked up to. Since you discovered your incurable disease, your family and few friends have turned their backs on you. In your final moments, you can only feel the pain radiating throughout your body. In a last glimmer of consciousness, you hear an angelic voice calling your name, then the devil. When you regain consciousness, you're lying barefoot in a meadow, and a woman strokes your hair, wishing you good morning. You've been reborn in this medieval world, and that's your mother. From here, your adventure begins.