"We've been able to make due," she replied, squinting a bit in the sun that dappled through the leaf-laden trees. "Insulin works, but not as well. Usually the shots last twelve hours each. We had an episode last week, though..."
Gretel's voice trailed off, and made it fairly clear she wasn't in the mood to go into details. Out of a lifetime of near-death experiences, almost all of them having been results of their lifestyle, the thing she didn't like discussing was her brother's debilitating weakness.