It's no longer a question of staying healthy. Frail and pathetic looking, the young girl stared up at you with lifeless eyes, a simple shade of green. Gaze was quickly lowered, mahogany locks cascading over pale complexion. Slouching, she leaned sideways against whatever solid object was near. Baggy sweater hung loosely from her right shoulder, jeans appeared to be past their prime. Sickly and shy, who would take the time to re-ignite the fire in her soul? It's a question of finding the sickness you like. [17 IC] [For sale or rent]