sticks, stones, and unbrakeable bones

when your dying of a bone eating disease that all doctors are to scared to get close to too treat it, or to busy trying to study your decaying bones to care about the pain your in, you look for your own way to survive and to live, after spending your whole life from the age of five in a hospital bed in the quarantine ward you start to think that anythings better than the slow death that awaits you're 16 birthday, and sell half your soul for the cure doesn't sound as bad as it should be and becoming a young witches meat shield doesn't sound so bad, I mean what kind of trouble can a 14 year old potion maker get into?