The butcher found him shortly after. He was clammy and shivering. His eyes were open, but staring into the distance. The butcher closed up and carried him back to the apartment he still shared with the two other families. They knew that Jim could not afford a doctor, but they didn't have the resources to spare for one either. The two mothers took on the duty of helping him get through it.
Try as they might, Jim didn't seem to be getting any better. He was lucid only rarely. He lingered for a few weeks, getting worse each day, unable to do or say much of anything, before he finally passed.
When Jim woke as a
kage weeks later, he was confused at first. He took to it well though. He viewed as being given a second chance at life. A blessing, not a curse. He was more carefree than he had ever been as a human. By the time he met Rool, he barely remembered the agony of a slow death, not much of his previous life to be honest.