It had been the day after Thad had been discharged from the sickbay. Despite the best medicine and medical technology that the doctors of Nimbus could muster it was not enough to cure him of a malady that was magical in nature. That coupled with the lack of advanced medical facilities from their world meant Thad was doomed. The prognosis from the doctors was at most three months before his death.
He walked along the outer part of the station making an airplane with his hand as he walked. He wasn’t paying much attention to where he was going. He really just was thinking about his life so far, he stopped crying during his stay at the sickbay.